It’s the morning after the big slytherin party. You had have one too many shots and well the rest of the night was a blur. You sit up in the bed and your head begins to throb, softly, you feel a hand string around your waist, you notice the green slytherin bedsheets and begin to feel confused…your boyfriend is a gryfindor and you always sleep at his. you look for the source of the arm that is resting around you, containing you to the bed and see the pretty sleeping face of lorenzo berkshire.