A/N: Some background. While I was playing Hogwarts Mystery, I checked my MCs leaderboard and at number 4 was a Slytherin boy with a Hufflepuff jumper. I sent the glitch to a mate who said "lol it's his boyfriend's". After a quick scroll through, who do I find at number 130? A Hufflepuff boy with a Slytherin green shirt and snake like pattern on his jacket. This is for them.

Dylan Gomez whispered the password to the wall, quickly stepping into the common room. It was 5am on a normal Saturday at Hogwarts. He had just spent the night in the Hufflepuff common room with his boyfriend, Jackson Price. No one knew of their relationship, well, why would he tell anyone? He feared he or Jackson could be ridiculed for it. He knew his fellow Slytherins wouldn't mind him dating a Muggle born but he was still worried someone would say something. After all, pureblood wizards mixing with Muggle borns romantically are a rarity amongst his peers. He plopped down on one of the chairs with a sigh. The sun had peered through the lake, causing swirling patterns to dance and illuminate the dark room. He rubbed his face. It was way too early to be awake. But he had a good night sleep. Something about being in Jackson's arms lulled him to sleep. The calm, Earthy scents of the Hufflepuff common room, the warmth from his boyfriend and the sweet nothings that were whispered into his ears. Dylan felt himself start to doze off when he heard footsteps. His eyes snapped open.
"Oh Dylan! How're you…" Barnaby stopped, staring at Dylan's clothes. "Why are you wearing that?"
Dylan looked down. A bright yellow jumper with "Hufflepuff" and a badger stitched into it stared back at him. His face heated.

"Uh… I borrowed it… From my friend. Yeah. Spilt pumpkin juice down it last night and he let me borrow it while he cleaned it."
"Oh ok. So, how're you doing?" He asked oblivious to Dylan's lie. Barnaby sat in the chair next to him as they talked about their plans for the day. He slipped out for a moment to change before any other Slytherin noticed.

Meanwhile, Jackson strolled across the common room, unphased by the Slytherin jacket and green shirt he wore underneath. He liked wearing his boyfriend's clothes. They were certainly more comfortable.