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The Slytherin common room was alive with the usual energy—laughter, chatter, and the occasional crackling of the fire in the hearth. Y/N sat on one of the plush armchairs near the window, her legs tucked beneath her, as she flipped through a new book she had gotten. The story was intriguing, but she found herself distracted by the sight of Mattheo, who was sitting across from her in another chair, lazily flipping through cards with the boys.

Her gaze wandered from the pages in her hands to Mattheo, who had that easy, mischievous smile on his face that made her heart skip a beat. The way his dark eyes glinted as he spoke to Theo and Blaise about the game they were playing made her smile softly to herself. She loved these moments when everything felt so simple. Just the two of them, in their own world, surrounded by the noise of their friends but still so focused on each other.

As Mattheo laughed at something Enzo said, his posture relaxed, leaning back into the chair with his legs spread slightly apart. Y/N's attention shifted once again, but this time, something caught her eye. She blinked, her eyes narrowing for a split second as she took in the sight. Mattheo's fly was wide open.

She bit her lip, trying not to burst out laughing. Her hand hovered over her book, but her mind was far away. She tried to ignore the sight at first, focusing on the words in front of her, but it was no use. The more she tried to keep her focus, the more she found her eyes drawn to the glaring wardrobe malfunction.

Mattheo, completely unaware, continued his conversation with the boys, chuckling and tossing cards back and forth. Y/N's lips twitched as she tried to suppress a laugh. She wasn't going to call him out in front of everyone, not when he was so oblivious to it. So, in a moment of silent amusement, she made her decision.

Leaning forward, she subtly shifted in her chair, careful not to attract attention. Slowly, she reached out with one hand, trying to make the movement as natural as possible, and her fingers brushed against the fabric of Mattheo's belt. It only took a slight tug for her to zip up his fly, her fingertips grazing the cool metal zipper before sliding it back into place.

There was a brief silence as Y/N straightened up again, her expression perfectly neutral. She casually returned her hand to her book, the tip of her finger grazing over the pages as if nothing had happened. But inside, she couldn't help but feel a rush of amusement. She'd fixed it for him, and now she was just waiting for his reaction.

It didn't take long. Mattheo shifted in his seat, his eyes flickering over to her as he leaned slightly toward her. There was a flicker of suspicion in his gaze, but his lips curled into a grin when he saw her pretending to be completely absorbed in her book.

"What was that about?" Mattheo asked, his voice playful but carrying an edge of curiosity. He tilted his head toward her, the smirk never leaving his face.

Y/N looked up from her book and gave him an innocent smile, her eyes wide. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean." He raised an eyebrow, his gaze now more intense. "You just... what were you doing?"

Y/N leaned back in her chair, still with that innocent smile on her lips. "Oh, nothing," she said breezily, feigning nonchalance. "Just making sure you looked presentable, that's all."

Mattheo's lips twitched as he studied her. He knew her far too well to believe her completely, but he also knew she wasn't going to give him a straight answer. "You didn't just—" He trailed off, his voice now filled with amusement.

Y/N shrugged casually, her eyes flicking back to her book. "Someone has to do it, right?"

"Right," Mattheo said slowly, his smirk widening. "You really are always looking out for me, aren't you?"

Y/N's eyes flicked back to him, and her heart fluttered a little at the sincerity in his voice. "I try to," she said softly, her gaze warm as she met his eyes. There was something in the way he was looking at her now—something deeper than just the playful banter they always shared.

"I appreciate it," Mattheo said, his voice softer now. He reached across the space between them, his hand brushing against hers for a brief moment, and then he gave her a teasing smile. "But next time, maybe let me know before you go around fixing my wardrobe."

Y/N smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at his words. "No promises," she said with a wink.

Mattheo laughed softly, shaking his head as he turned his attention back to the boys. But every so often, his gaze would flicker back to her, his smile still lingering, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for him. Even in the smallest moments, like the one they'd just shared, there was something about their connection that made everything feel so effortless. It was easy, comforting.

And she wouldn't have it any other way.