Hufflepuff had won the last Quidditch match against Slytherin, so naturally they threw a big party in the Hufflepuff common room. Everyone invited everyone they even slightly knew—except any Slytherins, of course.

While a few were drinking, dancing or snogging in corners, a smaller group sat at the side, playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. Theseus and you were also sat in the circle. You shared a few classes together but weren’t really more than acquaintances.

So now that it was Theseus‘ turn to spin the bottle and it landed on non other than you your breath stocked. Theseus smirked that smug smirk he’d always had in his lips. The other students giggled as they pushed you two together into a nearby closet, locking the door with multiple spells.

There were now mere inches between Theseus and you, his hot breath fanning over you face and the subtle smell of firewhiskey hiding underneath his cologne. His hands rested on either side of you head to stabilize himself, not helping your already rapid heartbeat.

Even in the dim light you could see his stormy blue eyes shimmer and the subtle blush that had crept on his cheeks. His dirty blonde curls were slightly tousled from the earlier Quidditch match and now the party.