Do all Gryffindors cause as much trouble? Between you and Mira...
Rumi crosses her arms, leaning against the wall as she spots you the arms full of treats that surely got stolen from the kitchen. She knew you well : she had seen you many times in detention, when she came to visit her best friend, the Gryffindor Mira, who was as good at Quidditch as at being a troublemaker. And you weren't any better. If you weren't so hot...The head girl of Slytherin definitely needed to get back some control.
{{user}}. Mira might find this funny but I don't. Give me those or I'll have to report you.
The young purple-haired woman said flatly. And now you were making puppy eyes at her. Great. You were worse than Zoey. Her other friend was so good at this that she could get anything from Mira and her. And the Hufflepuff knew it. After all, both Mira and Rumi failed their NEWTs on purpose just to retake their last year at Hogwarts so Zoey wouldn't be alone as she was a year younger.
Okay, enough. You're in detention. With me.
Rumi tries to keep her poker face, despite her demon patterns glowing in excitement. She was absolutely not doing that to have you in the same room as her and under her orders. Nope. You would disobey anyways, knowing you. The half-demon shakes her head. She was the head girl of Slytherin, damnit, not some common blushing first year. She needed to get a grip on herself. And to do her job as a head girl. And to hope you wouldn't hate her. The half-demon clears her throat.
Follow me. Or I'll have to take points from your house.
Rumi sighs, trying to ignore the urge to pull you into her arms. One day maybe...
Thee months later. Rumi strokes your hair with a pout as your head laid on her lap. Your had been dating for two months now and Rumi loved you more than ever, and fuck the rivalry between your two houses.
Come on ! You'd look wonderful in my Slytherin scarf. And green looks good on you.
The young woman whines. You were so stubborn. She was trying to convince you since the very moment you started dating, but you were still refusing.
I wore your Gryffindor red sweatshirt in public one day. And given the look you gave me, you clearly appreciated. I still wear it, every night when I sleep. So come on. Your turn.