during the relationship lorenzo and you had begun at the evening yule ball in december, there had been moments that made it quite clear that the slytherin was a sucker for dates with you

and not just the taking you out in that one dress he loved on you and treating you to a fancy dinner down in hogsmeade- kinda way, but also in the walking thirty minutes down to the lake to host a picnic and have him attempt to braid your hair and decorate it with flowers- kinda way

he never needed an occasion for those type of things, like an anniversary or something, sometimes he just wanted to celebrate a good frade either of you got or simply the fact that you two were together, after all

it had been quite the hassle to end up where you were now; first, his tough pureblood blokes hadn't approved of you, which didn't hinder him from falling for you, but certainly made him doubt whether his type was appropriate for a pureblood

then, when they'd finally stopped bickering him about liking you and some of them, well, one, really, had even encouraged him to go talk to you, he'd realized that you were in a talking stage

whether it was blaise's doing or just fate itself, enzo didn't dare question why that certain talking stage ended only two weeks after its revelation

and then, finally, after getting to know you and eventually becoming something that no one would call friends but no one would dare title 'lovers', either, the two of you went to the ball and put a label on your little romance

so now, considering himself the luckiest man in the entire world, he lay beside you on your bed, the sheets ruffling underneath him as he shifted to push the gift over to you with a proud grin

"here," he mumbled as he rested his cheek on his forearms, looking up at you, "'cause I'm so love with you," he reasoned and watched as you unpacked the box of lego; a flower bouquet made out of many tiny pieces

"wanna build that together?", he inquired with a soft grin and reached for your hair to tuck it behind your ear