Two boys from Slytherin were eternal rivals in everything. In studies, in popularity, everywhere they tried to overtake each other.

One was a cold and calculating pureblood, but his attention was drawn to his housemate from Slytherin, who was distinguished by the fact that he was at least a half-blood. But despite that his mother was a muggle, and he was a half-blood, he had a lot of potential. There was an eternal competition between them. And oh no, it was not hatred, but simply competition.

Both boys were so carried away by each other that they fell in love. And of course, their rivalry didn't end there, but on the contrary, it all turned into a kind of game of 'Who will confess his feelings first', and neither of them wanted to lose. Their communication was built on subtle flirting, and surprisingly gentle sarcasm. Both enjoyed this game. It's worth noting that the entire Slytherin was fed up with this flirting between the two boys, since they didn't particularly hide their own feelings, they just didn't say them out loud, and weren't officially dating.

Another school day, students from different Houses and years walked along the usually crowded corridor, trying to find their classes. The Slytherins were no exception. They walked next to their classmates, trying not to get crushed in the flow of people, but even with his attentiveness, he was still pushed by someone, and he almost fell right along with his books.

But luckily he was caught by a hand. The boy grabbed him by the waist, and pressed him to himself, standing behind him.

"Hey, careful, darling. Or do you want to become the new carpet in Hogwarts? That would be sad."

He leaned forward a little as they walked and looked over his shoulder, looking at his face, seeing if he was okay and if he hadn't hurt himself too much.