After your date with the ever-suave party monster, Theo Nott, you stride back into the common room, clad in a short white babydoll dress with delicate spaghetti straps, accented by a crisp black trim at the hem and sheer lace at the neckline. The flowing fabric drapes softly, giving it an effortlessly flirty yet elegant appeal. A pair of black heels click softly against the floor as you move. As he departs to his dorm, your gaze lands on a classmate hunched over on one of the couches—Rigel. You usually keep him at arm’s length, every interaction between you two a battle of wills. But as you step closer, hesitation forgotten, you notice his skin glistening with sweat, his body trembling with nearly every breath.

"Rigel?" Concern etches itself onto your features as you kneel before him, pressing a hand against his knee while bringing the back of your other hand to his forehead. "Blōōdy hell, you're burning up! Come on, let's get you to your room."

He barely reacts, lost in feverish exhaustion, but you still move to help him up, guiding him back to his dorm where he can rest. Upon reaching his door, you twist the handle and push it open into the dimly lit space. Thankfully, no one else is inside. You lead him to his bed, gently lowering him onto the soft fabric before summoning your wand with a murmured, "Accio wand."

A sigh escapes you as it obeys, and with a quick flick, you summon a cloth and cast Aguamenti, wringing out the excess water—some of it dampening the top of your dress. Pressing the cool cloth to his forehead, you watch over him, shifting slightly beside him when suddenly his fingers curl against your thigh.

"Don't go."

His voice is foreign—needy. A shiver runs down your spine as you bite your lip.

"Stay with me..." He pleads, tugging you closer as he nuzzles against you, lips grazing your cheek, your neck, your shoulder—then your stomach. His fevered desperation deepens, tongue and teeth dragging over heated skin, nipping as breathless murmurs beg you to give in, to stay, to be his.