Lily prided herself on the fact she was a perfect student. It was a reputation she earned and she held it high above her head. So letting her Slytherin girlfriend, mark her up against the stone wall of a secluded area of a castle in between classes was off brand, to say the least.

Your lips were latched against her neck, sealed with a kiss and that stupid smirk that infuriated her plastered on your face.

“House traitor.” You snicker against her, no actual heat behind your actions as you twist her red tie between two of your fingers.

A surprising heat fills her voice, an action that stirs something in you. “Shut it.” Her hand matches yours, twisting your green tie around your hand.