You had come into the Slytherin common room late at night, the lights dimmed and a form draped over the couch. Your friend, or rather frienemy as many called it was passed out on it.

You couldn't help but stare. As you begin to walk away, you hear him sleeptalk.

"..mnnh.. Amore mio.. torna da me.."

and thats when he began mumbling your name. repeatedly.