PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT

Y/N walked into the Slytherin common room, her eyes scanning the familiar space for Mattheo. As she entered, she expected her usual greeting—Mattheo would look up from whatever he was doing, flash her that mischievous grin of his, and sweep her off her feet with a quick kiss, followed by a spin that always made her laugh. But today... there was nothing.

Mattheo sat on the couch, buried in a book, and the boys around him were absorbed in their own conversation. They didn't even look up. It wasn't like him. She waited for a few moments, but when nothing happened, a frown tugged at her lips. She could feel her frustration building, but she refused to show it.

Surely he'll notice in a second, she thought, but after another minute passed and he was still engrossed in whatever he was reading, the realization hit her. He had completely forgotten.

Her lip curled into a dramatic pout. Without saying a word, she stalked across the room to the nearest corner, flopping onto a chair and crossing her arms tightly. She could feel her cheeks burning with the embarrassment of being ignored.

Theo, who had been half-watching her, raised an eyebrow when he noticed her storm off. "What's up with her?" he asked, leaning forward to get a better look.

Blaise, always one to catch on quickly, gave a sly grin. "He didn't kiss her or spin her, did he?" he asked, clearly finding amusement in the situation.

Y/N shot them both a glare, but said nothing, her eyes focused stubbornly on the wall in front of her. Her fingers were tapping impatiently against her arms, and her foot was shaking slightly.

Enzo, ever the smooth talker, leaned back in his chair. "Oh, Mattheo's gonna be in for it when he realizes," he said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

They all continued to talk, but Y/N kept herself turned away, her body language making it clear that she was in a mood. Her heart sank a little, but she refused to let herself look back at Mattheo, not yet. She'd been patient enough, waiting for him to acknowledge her.

Another five minutes passed, and Y/N could feel her annoyance turning into something else entirely—disappointment. Her mind raced, wondering if he was truly so distracted that he couldn't have noticed how important that little greeting was to her. It wasn't just a kiss or a spin—it was something that made her feel special, seen, even in the chaos of their everyday lives.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that Mattheo finally looked up from his book, his eyes scanning the room in confusion before landing on her in the corner, still with her arms crossed. A small frown appeared on his face, and he blinked a few times as he processed the scene.

"Y/N?" he called, his voice unsure as he stood up and walked toward her.

She didn't respond, keeping her gaze averted. She wasn't angry with him, not really. She was just... hurt. Why didn't he notice?

Mattheo hesitated for a moment before stopping in front of her. "What's going on?" His tone was softer now, laced with concern. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his fingers lightly brushing her skin as if testing the waters. "You okay?"

Y/N's lips parted, but instead of answering, she just stared at the floor. "I'm fine," she muttered, her voice a little tight.

Mattheo frowned, clearly confused. "No, you're not. What's the matter?"

Y/N finally looked up at him, her pout still firmly in place. "You didn't kiss me when I walked in," she said in a childish voice that didn't match her usual confidence. "You didn't even look at me. And you didn't spin me."

Mattheo's eyes widened, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. His face softened, guilt flickering across his features as he knelt in front of her.

"Oh," he muttered, now fully understanding what he had missed. "I didn't—" He cut himself off, a mix of embarrassment and affection in his gaze. "I'm an idiot."

Y/N crossed her arms tighter, but the corners of her lips twitched as she tried to fight off the small smile threatening to break through. "You are," she agreed, though her voice held a teasing note.

Mattheo sighed and moved closer, kneeling beside her. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice gentle as he cupped her face, lifting it to meet his gaze. "I didn't mean to forget, I swear."

"You always do it," she said quietly, her pout lingering. "It's like a ritual. You kiss me and spin me. I like it."

He nodded quickly, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her jaw. "I know," he said, his voice softening. "I got caught up in my book. I'll make it up to you. I promise."

With a little smile breaking through, Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "How?"

Mattheo gave her a playful grin, lifting her gently from the chair and spinning her around without warning. Y/N gasped, a small laugh escaping her lips as he twirled her gracefully. When he pulled her back into his arms, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips, his touch light but full of promise.

"Better?" he asked, his voice hushed against her ear.

Y/N smiled, her pout completely gone. "Much better," she murmured, resting her head against his chest.

The boys, who had been watching the exchange with knowing looks, exchanged quiet chuckles. Enzo elbowed Theo, whispering, "Told you it'd take him that long."

Theo just grinned, watching Mattheo hold Y/N close. "She always gets what she wants, doesn't she?"

Blaise chuckled softly. "What can I say? She's got him wrapped around her finger."

Y/N's smile widened as she leaned into Mattheo, finally feeling the warmth of his affection. "Next time, I'm not waiting ten minutes," she teased.

"I'll make sure I remember," Mattheo said, kissing her forehead. "You deserve more than that."

And for the rest of the night, the entire common room seemed to settle into a new quiet, with Mattheo and Y/N lost in their own little world, her earlier pout now replaced with a content, satisfied grin.