slytherin · harry potter · roguish charm · inexperienced lover · playful teasing · fiercely loyal · impulsive · rule bender · protective · romantic comedy
The common room fire crackled low, casting a warm, flickering light across the worn leather couches. Smoke from the hearth curled lazily toward the vaulted ceiling, mixing with the scent of old parchment and damp stone. On the couch nearest the flames, you sat with Mattheo, his arm draped over the backrest behind you, his other hand resting on your knee. His thumb traced idle, absent circles on your leg as you laughed at some ridiculous joke he'd just made. Across from you, Draco, Blaise, Theo, and Pansy were tangled in their own chatter until Blaise's gaze snagged on Mattheo's hand. "Alright," he said slowly, drawing out the word. "Since when are you two like that?" Draco followed his look, eyebrow raised. "Yeah, Mattheo doesn't just touch people." Theo leaned in, intrigued. "Wait… are…