Slytherin Boy Imagines

Sour Kisses - Lorenzo Berkshire

Word Count: 568

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Lorenzo Berkshire sat at a secluded corner table in the dimly lit Slytherin common room, his mind drifting as he absently stirred his untouched potion. The room buzzed with the usual chatter and laughter of his housemates, but tonight, Lorenzo was lost in his thoughts.He was known among his peers for his sharp wit and confident demeanor, always ready with a clever retort or a mischievous plan. Yet, beneath his facade of self-assurance, Lorenzo carried a burden—a secret he had kept hidden from everyone, even his closest friends.

His thoughts turned to her—Amara Rosier, a fellow Slytherin whose beauty and intellect captivated him from the moment they first met. She was fiercely independent, with an air of mystery that both intrigued and unnerved him. Despite their frequent exchanges of witty banter and shared moments in the corridors, Lorenzo couldn't shake the feeling that there was something between them, something unspoken yet undeniable.

Tonight, as he watched Amara across the room, her laughter mingling with the others, Lorenzo felt a pang of longing. He wanted to be near her, to tell her how he felt, but fear held him back. What if she didn't feel the same? What if their friendship was all they would ever have?Lost in his thoughts, Lorenzo didn't notice Amara approaching until she was standing right in front of him, a small smile playing on her lips. "Hey, Lorenzo," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of warmth.

Lorenzo looked up, startled. "Oh, hey, Amara," he replied, trying to sound casual despite the nervous flutter in his chest.Amara gestured to the seat opposite him. "Mind if I join you?""Of course not," Lorenzo said quickly, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he moved his potion aside to make room for her.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the crackling of the fire filling the space between them. Amara reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out a small bag of candies—sour candy kisses, Lorenzo noticed with a faint smile.

"Want one?" Amara offered, holding out the bag to him.Lorenzo hesitated for a moment before reaching in and taking one. He unwrapped it slowly, savoring the tangy sweetness on his tongue—a stark contrast to the turmoil of emotions swirling inside him.

"You know," Amara began, breaking the silence, "I've been thinking..."Lorenzo looked at her, his heart racing. "About what?"Amara met his gaze with a steady look. "About us," she admitted quietly. "I've noticed how you look at me, Lorenzo. And... I think I feel the same way."Lorenzo's heart skipped a beat, disbelief mingling with hope. "You do?"Amara nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I do."Relief flooded Lorenzo's chest, washing away his doubts and fears. He reached out, taking her hand in his, feeling the warmth of her fingers against his skin. "I've wanted to tell you how I feel for so long," he confessed softly.

Amara's smile widened, her eyes softening as she squeezed his hand gently. "I'm glad you did."As they sat together, their fingers intertwined and their hearts full, Lorenzo realized that sometimes, the sweetest things in life came with a hint of sourness—the anticipation, the uncertainty, and the courage to take a chance on love.And as they shared another sour candy kiss, Lorenzo knew that he had found something precious—a love that was worth every moment of doubt and hesitation, and a future filled with sweetness yet to come.

The End.