Moritz carefully reached up and pulled a couple of books down off of the shelf. After getting all of his things, he turned around to leave and ran straight into someone. The brunette gasped as he dropped all of his books to the ground. He immediately began apologizing to the boy he bumped into.

It was a Griffindor, he could tell by his robes, with curly brownish blonde hair and few freckles across his nose. Moritz stopped apologizing when the boy kneeled down to help pick up his books. "Don't apologize, it was my fault," he said kindly, handing Moritz his books.

Moritz gave him a surprised look. "I've never met a Griffindor that wasn't an asshole," he said quietly, starting to blush a little. Melchior laughs. "And I've never met a shy Slytherin."

"Can I help you carry your books back to the common room?" Melchior offered. Moritz thought about it for a moment before saying, "I'm probably not even supposed to be talking to you. You're a Griffindor."

Melchior shrugged. "Well fuck that. Just let me help you." Moritz sighed before nodding. Together the two of them left the library after checking out Moritz's books and headed towards the Slytherin common room. When they arrived, Melchior carefully handed Moritz his books and smiled at him.

"My name is Melchior, by the way." Moritz smiled back at him and said, "I'm Moritz. You look familiar, do we have Potions together?

Melchior studied Moritz's face for a moment before slowly nodding. "Yeah, I think we do."

Moritz glances down the hall where a couple of Slytherins are walking towards them. "It was nice meeting you, thanks for helping me," he said politely, smiling at the Griffindor.

Melchior smiled back at him. "It was my pleasure."

The next day Melchior couldn't help but keep sneaking glances over at Moritz during Potions class. The brown-haired boy was hunched over his desk, working on something. Melchior turned his attention back to what he was writing.

All of a sudden there was a yelp from the other side of the classroom, where Moritz was sitting. Melchior looked over and saw that Moritz was clutching his arm in pain. He had spilled his potion.

Professor Snape walked over to Moritz's desk and Melchior overheard him say that he needed to go to the infirmary. Moritz winced. "I'm not sure where that is," he said, rubbing the burn on his arm.

Snape rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance. "Fine, just take someone with you then." Melchior sat up straighter and raised his hand. "I'll walk you there," he volunteered.

Moritz looked over at him and smiled gratefully. Snape looked over at him. "Well get on with it then," he said rudely. Melchior and Moritz quickly got up and hurried out into the hallway.

As Melchior led the way, Moritz whimpered in pain as he clutched his arm tighter. Melchior looked back at him. "How bad does it hurt?" he asked.

Moritz shrugged. "It's not too bad, it hurts more when I move my arm."

When they arrived at the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey wasn't there yet, so Melchior led Moritz over to one of the beds and helped him sit down. Moritz kept rubbing his arm, trying to make it hurt less. Melchior raised an eyebrow and said, "Would you like me to kiss it better?"

Moritz blushed and shook his head, looking down at his feet. Just then Madam Pomfrey walked in from her office, so Melchior turned to leave. Before he left the room, he turned back around to wave. Mortiz waved back and grinned at him.

Three weeks later and Melchior was walking through Hogsmeade towards the Three Broomsticks. He pushed the door open and heard the bell chime as he stepped in the restaurant.

Melchior walked up to the bar and ordered one butterbeer, then walked over to the back of the restaurant to find a table. When he found a table, he was surprised to find someone already sitting at it. It was Moritz, that Slytherin boy from a few weeks ago.

"Hi," Melchior said, getting Moritz's attention. The brown-haired boy looked up at him and grinned. "Could I sit with you?" he asked kindly.

Moritz nodded and moved his coat from where it was sitting on the other seat. Melchior sat down next to him and brushed some of the snow out of his hair. "So, why are you here all alone?"

Moritz started messing with the sleeve of his jean jacket. "My friends Hanschen and Ernst went next door to Honeydukes, but I wanted to get a drink so I came here instead," he explained.

Melchior shrugs and says, "I didn't know Slytherins could have friends." Moritz gave him a confused look. "We're not all evil you know."

Melchior thought about it for a moment before slowly nodding. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. I mean, I can't imagine you could ever kill anyone." Moritz laughed.

A few minutes later a waiter walked over to their table carrying their drinks. "Do you want to take these outside?" Moritz asked him, buttoning his jacket.

"Sure." The two of them stood up and walked out of the restaurant together and into the snow. As they walked through the town, past all of the small shops and stores, Moritz couldn't help but admire how nice everything looked.

"It really is beautiful with all of the Christmas lights," the brunette said to Melchior. He nodded in agreement, before reaching over to throw away his butterbeer.

"It really is," Melchior replied as Moritz leaned past him to throw away his drink. Moritz looked back at him and told Melchior, "I should probably be getting back to my friends."

Melchior nodded. "Yeah, I guess so." Then he quickly leaned forward and kissed Moritz on the cheek before walking away, and leaving Mortiz standing in the snow behind him.

Moritz shakily reached up and pressed his hand to his cheek and blushed.

It was only a week later when he saw Mortiz again. Melchior was hurrying down the hallway towards his next class. He rounded the corner and ran straight into the brown-haired boy. Melchior quickly apologized and glanced up to meet his eyes.

Moritz looked surprised to see him and his cheeks turned bright red. Before he could walk away, Melchior grabbed his arm and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Can we talk outside?"

Moritz gave him a curious look and nodded. They walked outside into the courtyard and sat down next to each other with their backs against a tree.

Melchior sighed and folded his hands in his lap. "I wanted to apologize for kissing you on the cheek the other day. I know you probably don't have feelings for me," he said politely, trying not to show how sad and embarrassed he felt.

Moritz's eyes went wide and he started shaking his head. Melchior raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Melchior, I've liked you for a while now. I was just a bit shocked when you kissed me," he said truthfully. Now it was Melchior's turn to blush.

"Wait, seriously?" Moritz nodded and giggled.

Melchior smiled at him. "Well, then can I kiss you?" he asked nervously. Moritz smiled back and nodded again. Melchior gently put his hand on Moritz's cheek and pressed their lips together in a soft, close-mouthed kiss.

When they pulled away, Melchior and Moritz were both grinning. Moritz's face was bright red, which Melchior found absolutely adorable.

"Hey Moritz," Melchior said suddenly.

"Yeah?" the brunette replied curiously, still happy about the kiss. Melchior took a deep breath to calm his nerves before asking, "Would you be my boyfriend?"

Moritz's smile got even bigger as he leaned forward to kiss Melchior again. When he pulled away, Moritz replied, "I would love that."