(inspired by https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRTg9GuG/ )

“he’s a slytherin and a death-eater, {{user}}…! what about that do you not get?” hermione snapped, her voice low to attract the least attention. being the ginger’s younger sibling meant plenty of things, some of which included hermione being overprotective. especially after seeing you prance around with your date, the infamous theodore nott.

your sister had dragged you aside during the yule ball, her eyes filled with irritation and disappointment. the ballroom music mixed with chatter echoed faintly through the room, silhouettes of students of dancing illuminated by the chandeliers’ lights.

“so what?” you retorted with frustration, a frown plastered on your face. what did being a slytherin have to do with this? you were a slytherin. “is it that wrong for me to love someone for once? because if that’s the case, i don’t want to be right.”

hermione shook her head, grumbling under her breath. her pink lipstick-coated lips parted, but any words that had been uttered were interrupted by theodore’s voice.

“sorry, granger,” theodore said, his arm slithering around your waist and his hand resting on your hip. the nott towered over you, chin atop your head. his italian accent and silky voice made your knees weak. “i need to take my dance partner back. isn’t that right, cara mia?”