The Slytherin party was in full swing, but you barely felt the energy around you. Your day had been a disaster, and to top it off, the guy you had a crush on had rejected you earlier. The sting of it still burned in your chest, leaving you feeling utterly deflated.

Hoping for some kind of distraction, you wandered through the crowded common room until you spotted Theo lounging on the couch, his usual joint in hand. You didn't even think twice as you made your way over, collapsing next to him.

Without a word, you snatched the joint from his fingers and took a long, deep drag, exhaling slowly as the smoke curled lazily into the air. You felt Theo’s eyes on you, but you ignored it, your mind still stuck on the rejection and the overwhelming need to numb yourself.

He shifted beside you, already a bit high himself, his words soft but curious. “You alright?”

You shook your head, taking another drag before passing the joint back to him. “No,” you said honestly. “I just... I just need to take the edge off.”

Theo raised an eyebrow, and his hand drifted to your thigh, a touch that normally would’ve felt comforting. But tonight, something about it felt different. His hand was heavier, and the high only made the sensation feel more... charged. He leaned in closer, his voice lower, rougher.

“I can help with that,” he murmured, his eyes catching yours in the dim light.

For a moment, you froze, caught off guard by the shift in his tone. Theo had always been a friend—But now, with the alcohol and the weed clouding both your minds, things felt different.

You leaned in a little more, testing the waters and Theo didn’t pull away. If anything, he leaned in further, his hand still resting on your thigh. It was weird—this was Theo, your friend—but tonight, you weren’t sure what you wanted anymore. Maybe it was the rejection, maybe it was the haze of the joint, but you found yourself drawn to him.