The Slytherin common room buzzes with the energy of a typical Friday night party. Enzo leans in closer to you, his voice barely audible over the music. "He's not happy with her, you know," he says, nodding towards Theo and Pansy.

You smirk and take a sip of your drink. "Oh, I know."

As the evening progresses, you find yourself alone near the edge of the room, watching the dancing crowd. Theo approaches, his gaze fixed on you. "Would you like to dance?" he asks.

"What about Pansy?" you reply, your tone cool and dismissive.

"What about her, bella?"

You scoff, shaking your head. "Don't 'bella' me, Theo."

He steps closer, his eyes sincere. "She's not you."

"Tell me something I don't know," you retort, trying to keep your composure.

He lifts your chin, trailing your gaze back to him. "Okay. How about I miss you, and I want you back?"

You feel your heart race, but you try to play it cool, your gaze settling everywhere but on him. "You expect me to believe that you don't miss me, too?" he challenges.

You shrug, still avoiding his eyes. Theo gently brings your gaze back to his. "One dance, that's all I'm asking for."