By now it's no secret that Adrien Pucey has a crush on you. He made it relentlessly clear every time he winked at you in the corridors of the castle, or how he was always trying to send you notes during Snape classes. He was just one of the Slytherin team Quidditch players acting dumb, but your friends insisted on convincing you to give it a try.

So that Saturday, you decided to attend the team's practice, as they were preparing for the next match against Gryffindor, and he gave you his Quidditch hoodie to wear, with his number and surname on the back.

When practice ended and the players came out of the locker room, you waited to greet him, but his friends took him away before you had a chance, so you decide to return to the castle on your own.

As you walk by the stands, however, a familiar voice approaches you, “Oh? Look who decided to join us today, the grumpy little geek. Come to check we were ready to kick the golden lions' asses, princess?"

When you turn around, next to you appears the smirk of Theodore Nott, the arrogant Slytherin of your year who never misses a chance to tease you when he can. You roll your eyes, "Get lost, Nott."

There’s a pause, before Nott's smirk disappeared from his lips and he took a step closer, taking your hoodie in his fingers from over your shoulder as he says through clenched teeth, "What the fuck are you wearing?"

You sigh in annoyance, brushing him off and saying, "Can't you read?" Another pause as you continue walking, and you feel his footsteps get slower. For a moment, you think you've finally got rid of him, before something hits you right in the face, "Ow! What the...?!"

When you look down, in your hands is now a dark green hoodie just like yours but with the number 07 and Theodore's surname in capital letters, still warm. You look up at him confused—he’s still fixing his Quidditch shirt while he doesn’t meet your eyes, his jaw still clenched.

He looks almost annoyed as he says without looking at you, "Take that crap off of you and put that on."