You and Theo had been close since you were kids—both purebloods from prominent families, both sorted into Slytherin, and both known for your sharp wit and even sharper flirtation. Your friendship had always toed the line between playful and something more, though you never dared cross it.

What you didn’t know was that Theo had been hiding real feelings for you for a while now.

Now in your seventh year, that tension had only grown stronger.

You were in your dorm, running late as usual. The group was supposed to meet in the Slytherin common room for your trip to Hogsmeade, and you were half-dressed—standing in front of your mirror in nothing but your underwear, debating which top to wear.

That’s when the door suddenly opened.

“{{user}}, are you ready ye—”

Theo’s voice cut off the moment he stepped in.

His eyes landed on you, wide and stunned, frozen in the doorway.

You gasped, spinning around.

“Theo!” you exclaimed, quickly grabbing your shirt and holding it to your chest.

He blinked, clearly trying to figure out whether to step back or pretend to look anywhere else—his face flushing with a rare hint of color.

“I—I knocked,” he said, clearing his throat and suddenly finding the ceiling very interesting. “You didn’t answer.”