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── .✦ THE SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM is bathed in the warm glow of the fire, casting flickering shadows against the dark green and silver walls. it's a typical friday evening after classes, with everyone in a relaxed mood, sprawled across the velvet couches and armchairs. the room hums with the low murmur of laughter and conversation, as friends settle in for a cozy night.
you're seated on a plush couch, your legs draped lazily over mattheo's lap - something that's become routine after all these years. but tonight, something feels different. there's an undeniable tension crackling between you two, like the static before a storm. the once casual touches, like his hand resting on your knee, now feel electric, sending a shiver up your spine.
mattheo's arm is stretched casually across the back of the couch, his fingers occasionally brushing your shoulder. the contact, while subtle, makes your heart race in a way it hasn't before. you can feel his gaze lingering on you, and when you turn your head, your eyes meet his.
"enjoying the view?" you tease, raising an eyebrow. his lips curl into a signature smirk. "can't help it," he replies, his voice low and smooth, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "but i was just wondering when you're going to stop pretending you're not staring back."
your heart skips a beat at the confidence in his tone, and you playfully kick his leg. "don't flatter yourself, riddle." you quip back, though the heat rushing to your cheeks betrays you.
he laughs softly, the sound sending a thrill through your chest. "careful, princess," he says, leaning in slightly, his breath warm against your ear. "or i might just have to teach you a lesson myself."
you laugh it off, but the way he's looking at you, the way his hand tightens just a bit on your knee - it all feels too intense to be purely friendly.
you can't help but notice how every time he shifts, his leg brushing yours, it sends a jolt through you. there's an unmistakable electricity in the air that wasn't there before. his gaze lingers a second too long on your lips, and you find yourself leaning into him without even realizing it. the tension is almost palpable, and it's clear that the boundary between friendship and something more is beginning to blur.
from across the room, blaise is lounging in an armchair, watching you two with a smirk that says he's seen through the both of you. "if you two get any closer, we'll need another couch." he quips, drawing the attention of the others.
theodore glances over and raises an eyebrow, stifling a laugh. pansy, seated next to draco, grins knowingly. "finally catching on?" she teases, her eyes flicking between you and mattheo. you feel the heat rush to your face, but you try to brush it off. "we're just comfortable." you mutter, trying to sound casual, but the way mattheo's thumb is now tracing circles on your thigh isn't exactly helping.
mattheo, however, isn't fazed by the teasing. he shoots blaise a smug grin and leans back, squeezing your thigh lightly. "jealous?" he challenges, his voice dripping with amusement. blaise rolls his eyes, but there's a playful smile on his face. "trust me, mate, i wouldn't get between you two if my life depended on it."
