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