"I think you got our ties mixed up," comes Barty's sleepy and tired voice to you. You look at your tie, and indeed you have. Instead of the usual colours of your House, it's white and green

"I like it better this way," he begins playfully, rising up on his elbows.

Barty was shameless, nasty but attractive. Worst of all, attractive to you. Your relationship, though, remained shady. Was he your ex? Was there anything at all between you? No-one knows

Gryffindor pride - and your friends- said it was very, very wrong. It always came down to one thing: at some party, whether it was because you'd won Quidditch or just because your hormones were running wild and you wanted to have fun, you ended up in the Slytherin dormitory.

Barty's friends and the other Slytherins were sleeping next to you, and given the amount of drinks you'd had last night, they wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. You did hear Regulus muttering once, though, and it was truly adorable

"Well," he mumbled expectantly, "Back to bed?" he tried to make puppy eyes at you but ended up cackling.