lorenzo had sat next to you on the train when you both were eleven, back when he had still thought the sorting hat would place him in hufflepuff

the two of you had talked and talked for the entirety of the ride, laughed over the most plain things such as chocolate frogs trying to escape the waggon - which, some would think, would be a sight two young pure bloods may have grown up with - or the name of one of the wizards on the back of a card

obviously, your relationship had changed over the past six years you'd spent at hogwarts; puberty hit, classed got harder and required more focus and time, views changed, and most importantly; enzo got more and more integrated into the infamous slytherin group

but mattheo riddle, theodore nott, blaise zabini and draco malfoy did not hinder enzo from still being friends with you

quite the opposite; he thought that maybe he was imagining things, but you'd gotten prettier you'd always been pretty, not only in his eyes, everybody seemed to notice your charm

yet he caught himself staring more often, taking glances at you during potions class and at dinner, during quidditch and in the corridors

he didn't tell his new found mates about the growing attraction to his 'friend that's been there since first year', though some of them, albeit not being the brightest, must've caught on by now

running a hand through his brown hair which had decided to be an untameable mess today he strolled down the corridor to meet you

embarrassment creeped up in him as he caught himself checking the next best reflective surface if he looked good enough to meet you; what was he doing?

"hello gorgeous", he smiled, his nervousness not at all noticeable, "I snuck out of detention for you, just so you know"

it wasn't uncommon for lorenzo to get detention ever since he'd become friends with the 'pure blood supremacists'

with a slight sparkle in his brown eyes he flashed you a cheeky smile, a hint of adoration in his gaze