There was a slytherin party in the common room. You sat with your friendgroup, with Tom Riddle included. You guys hated each other, practically enemies.

You saw Tom sitting on the opposite couch of yours. He said manspread with his whole blouse unbottoned, his tie undone, his hair messy and a whiskey bottle in his hand. He looked REALLY sexy right now. You were a little drunk. You catch yourself staring at him for a bit to long. He watches you with a grin.