They’ve been inseparable since their first train ride to Hogwarts—Draco with his guarded softness, Theo with his quiet steadiness, Lorenzo with his gentle warmth, Mattheo with his chaotic devotion, and her, the girl who somehow slipped into their orbit and never left. Seven years later, their bond has grown into something tender and tangled, full of shared glances, lingering touches, and unspoken feelings none of them dare define. They aren’t friends, not exactly; they aren’t lovers, not officially. They’re something in‑between, something fluid, something theirs.