Consent
It had started with soft kisses. Soft loving kisses that had turned more urgent, more needy till Hufflepuff straddled Slytherin on the sofa.
They laid Slytherin down with their weight and kissed them softly, guiding them into what was to come but when Huff’s tried to pull Slytherin’s shirt off, Sly jerked away; their hand gentle but firm with it’s grip on Huff’s arm.
“I don’t want to” Slytheirn said softly, searching hufflepuff’s face for resistance.
Hufflepuff froze and pulled away, apologising as they did.
Guilt creeped into Hufflepuff’s heart while Slytherin’s own heart hammered in their chest; both afraid they’d done something wrong.
When Sly had fixed their clothing, they turned to look at Huff to apologise.
“I’m sorry-”
“I’m sorry-”
“I didn’t-”
“I didn’t-”
“I’m-”
“I’m-”
The third time they broke off saying the same thing, Slytherin snorted and Hufllepuff gave a breathy chuckle.
“I wasn’t leading you on”
“No - it’s okay. I shouldn’t have - I assumed- “
“It’s okay” Sly said and Huff nodded.
Slowly, they tucked back into each other, neither of them watching the movie and entirely focused on the other.
Hufflepuff realised and felt proud of the trust put in them while Slytherin reeled from and drowned in love for Huff.