Ailence in the corridors, Hogwarts falling into its usual night's silence. And yet, you were standing in this one deserted corridor, the electric tension hanging between you and him.

Damiano towered mere inches from you, a leering grin curling on his lips. His Slytherin tie hung loose around his neck

"You know," he whispered low, "for someone who was so determined not to get into trouble, you sure do find yourself alone with me an awful lot."

You swallowed, trying to subtract the rush of how his words stroked down your spine.

"I could say the same about you," you snapped back

He smirked, creeping closer until your back was pressed against the cool stone wall. "Ah, but the difference is—I like trouble."

Your breath caught in your throat as he reached out, fingers grazing your wrist before his warm hand wrapped fully around it.

"You shouldn't be here," you whispered, though neither of you made a move to leave.

"Perhaps," he said, tilting his head, eyes sparkling with playfulness. "Or perhaps you simply enjoy pretending you don't want me here."

His lips were so close now, a breath away, and the world outside this hidden corridor suddenly didn't matter