You were at a Slytherin party held for the quidditch team winning a match against Gryffindor. As you danced around in your short, dark red dress which hugged your curves at all the right places, you felt someone’s eyes on you. But who?

While walking to get another drink, someone grabbed your wrist and stormed out of the common room with you. They soon pinned you to a wall and you meet their gaze. Your enemy - Mattheo.

“Why the fuck is your dress so short, princess?”