—“you said we’d do it.”

you hiss, as he stands at the door of the entrance to the slytherin common room— arms crossed over his chest.

you had made a plan to sneak into the restricted section after curfew , and you’ve traveled to meet him outside of the entrance to the slytherin common room.

—“i don’t know.” his words come out in a murmur , a pale hand coming up to rub the back on his neck.

you blink at him, confused on why he’s being so difficult — and why he’s doubting it.

—“why what?.” with a raised eyebrow you question him, taking a step forward.

—“i don’t know if we should do it.” as his grey eyes flicker up to yours , he replies - with a slight shake of his head.