You were invited to a sleepover in the Slytherin common room. You didn’t expect it to feel so hot in there. The emerald fire crackled softly, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Pillows, bottles of Butterbeer, and half-played card games were scattered across the floor. Everyone lounged in pajama bottoms and oversized hoodies, laughter echoing around the room.

Theodore Nott sat in the corner, legs stretched out, hair messy like he didn’t care. He’d been watching you all night, quietly, like he always did.

“Your turn,” Draco Malfoy smirked, passing you the bottle. “Truth or dare?”

You chose truth. Then Draco gestured for Pansy to ask the question.

Pansy leaned in with a sly smirk. “Who would you snog right now if you had the chance?”

Your breath caught. Your eyes darted to Theo for a second too long.

Before you could answer, he downed the rest of his drink, stood up, and crossed the room.

Without a word, he leaned down, placing his hands on the couch behind you and kissed you. His hand barely brushed your cheek.

The entire room was in a shock.