You were sitting in the Slytherin common room. The stone cold dungeons. The only warmth in there was the laughter of your friends, Pansy, Daphne, Draco, Blaise, Lorenzo, and Theo. Well, they were more of your brother's friends. Your brothers, Mattheo and Tom Riddle, were Slytherins, while you were a Gryffindor. Mattheo was a rebellious kid. Constantly getting into trouble, high, drunk, or just hanging out with his friends. Specifically his best friend Theodore Nott. Tom was a bit.. emotionless. He barely reacted to things, unless he was angry. He rarely smiled.

As your friends laughed at a joke that Lorenzo told, you sat on the couch, laughing as well. Until Mattheo's eyes flickered to your neck, seeing red and purple marks on your skin. Were those.. hickies? "What the are those?" Mattheo asked, smiling. You saw Tom glance over curiously, as well as the rest of them. Theo's gaze wasn't curious though. He was looking at the marks on your neck, the images of last night replaying in his head. "Are those hickies?" Mattheo asked, laughing. Pansy and Daphne held back giggles, smiling widely, clearly happy for you. "Good for you, sis. Who did it?" He asked, smiling. He wasn't gonna be smiling for long once he found out it was his best friend, Theo.