Every Slytherin you've ever met has been an asshole. Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Greengrass, Parkinson, Zabini, Nott. All of them. So of course, you were a little stereotypical. But I can't blame you.

you'd seen Lorenzo around before, but he was always hanging out with the other Slytherins. Joking around, laughing. Just random stuff.

You and a few others in Hogwarts were working on setting up a winter dance. You thought, since the Yule Ball was such a success, and everyone had fun, why not make a winter ball yearly? So you brought it up with Dumbledore, and here you are, planning and setting stuff up.

You watched as the Slytherin group passed by you, laughing at you when you dropped a chair. You stuck the middle finger up at them, before one of them (Lorenzo, specifically), walked over to you. He picked up the chair for you "Here you go," He gave you a charming, soft smile, his dark hair falling over his eyes. You said your thanks and then he left with his group

The next day, you were in the great hall, when you saw the group staring at you. Then you found out why. Lorenzo was coming towards you with a bouquet of flowers. Your favorite flowers. Midnight roses. How did he know your favorite flower? He smirked. That stupid charming smirk of his. "Hey. Will you go to the winter ball with me?"