You and Enzo are walking back to the Slytherin common room, when he suddenly shifts the topic of conversation.

"By the way, I heard you like someone in our group."

You shrug your shoulders, feigning indifference.

"Oh, come on. You know you can tell me."

"Why should I?" you shoot back.

"Fine, be difficult then. I can guess."

"Guess all you want to, I'm not telling you, Enzo."

He stops walking, looking at you intently. "Come on. Is it Mattheo? Draco? Blaise? Theo?"

You chuckle as you face him. "Not even close."

He stares at you as he takes a moment to think, a sly smile forming on his face. He steps closer to you, and you instinctively back into the wall. He looks down at you, pinning you into the corner with one hand against the wall.

"Is this close enough?" he murmurs, his eyes slowly raking over you.