Enzo was having the most wonderful dream.

He was lying in Cass's bedroom all snuggled up under her blankets. She was tucked into his chest—her hair splayed out behind her while her sweet little breaths tickled his chest. One of his arms wrapped around her shoulders and held her close while the other was on the delightful curve of her ass. She felt like sunshine in his arms. It was the best damn dream.

Enzo smiled and groaned happily before leaning forward and nuzzling his head into her neck. Merlin, this was a wonderful dream. He knew it was a dream because he would never have fallen asleep during their movie nights knowing he was a perpetual cuddler who also didn't want to make her uncomfortable. Plus, he had Quidditch practice every morning and he never would have slept in and missed that. It just wasn't like him to not be out there giving it his all. Sleeping in on a Sunday was for people who weren't Lorenzo Berkshire.

So Enzo happily allowed himself to live in this dream of spending the night with Cassiopeia Crane with her body nestled into his. She fit perfectly against him in his dreams; he could only imagine what reality would be like. It was like her curves were made for his lines, their bodies meshing into one little heartbeat on that small bed.

He murmured a husky, "Good morning," to dream Cass before his lips descended on her neck. She felt divine against him, tasting like honey and—

Tasting?

Enzo suddenly stopped. He'd never tasted in his dreams before. And that was enough to make him jolt up.

"Fuck," Enzo hissed to himself as he opened his eyes and looked down at a peaceful, sleeping Cass next to him. "This wasn't a dream," he realized with a sense of dread.

Enzo's eyes trailed down her body, noticing the way her leggings seemed to hug her almost as well as he did. She shivered a little bit without his body hit but one move of the blanket seemed to have satisfied her. And—

Fuck. What was his hand doing on her ass? He pulled it away as if she burned him. I'm a fucking asshole. Touching her ass while she sleeps. What kind of guy does that?

Enzo thanked Merlin and whatever other god was up there that Cass seemed to be a heavy sleeper because she didn't even budge as he gingerly got out of bed and ran out her door. He was certain that if she knew he'd slept over, she would have regrets. He never asked her permission and she never invited him to anyway. Enzo wasn't sure he could bear to see the mortification in her eyes when she realized he stayed over so he hightailed it out of the Hufflepuff dorms, ignoring the wolf whistles from some of his other mates in the house as he blushed and left.

Enzo quickly went to his dormitory—which he, thankfully, didn't have to share with anyone now that he was Head Boy—and changed into his Quidditch practice clothes. Bloody hell. It was already nine o'clock. Who was he? Enzo never slept in. He wasn't exactly the sleeping-in type.

"Well if it isn't the sleepyhead," Mattheo Riddle teased as Enzo came running down the hill. "We were wondering if you were going to show up. Draco and I had a bet and I do believe I'm owed some money now."

"Fuck off, mate," Draco grumbled as he dug into his pocket and gave a handful of Knuts to Mattheo.

Enzo just sighed. He was glad this wasn't a regular practice. He would have been absolutely mortified if it was but thankfully, this was just an Open Field where anyone could come anytime. It wasn't required so on some days, Enzo was the only one who came. "Sorry. Not sure what happened."

"I know what happened: a certain little blondie," Mattheo said as he bit his lip to conceal his excitement. "That's right, Cap. Don't think I didn't notice you were missing from the Slytherin Part last night. Interesting how our good friend Justin Finch-Fletchley swore he saw you going up the stairs with a certain Charms partner. How scandalous, Captain. I cannot believe you would—"

"Alright, alright. That's enough," Enzo said as his cheeks turned bright pink. Mattheo just started laughing and Draco soon joined in. He was just glad that these two bozos were the only ones who came to Open Field or he'd have to answer to the rest of the team, too. They could be nosy little fuckers but they were also lazy fuckers when it came to Sundays. Well, except Nora, who was probably either flying around somewhere scowling at his beater or she'd already finished her workout hours ago and was now studying.

"Don't worry, Cap. We're just teasing," Mattheo said in between his incessant giggles. "I'm sure she's a banger of a girl... AHAHA. Bloody hell, I'm hilarious without even being intentional about it! Man, I'm good."

Draco slugged his shoulder. "You're an idiot."

"An idiot who's related to you."

The blond boy scowled. "You're missing far too many brain cells to be related to me. The only ones that shared my DNA probably left your big head when you were dropped on it."

"Sheesh," Mattheo said with a goofy grin, clearly unaffected by Malfoy's bad mood. To be honest, they were all used to it by now. The boy could be rather foul at times when he wanted to be. "Who shat in your pumpkin juice?"

"Now that's just vulgar, you—"

"Can we please get along? It's Sunday morning."

Mattheo wrapped his arm around Enzo and pulled him close. "Of course, mate. After all, you've been getting along with little Cass—"

"That's enough," Enzo said, finally scowling as the two other boys smiled. "You got a reaction out of me. You happy?"

"Very," Mattheo said. "Glad to see you liking someone, Enz. You had me starting to wonder if you were gay—which is totally fine but then I would have wondered why you weren't gay for me. I feel like I'm the obvious choice."

"Bloody hell, Mattheo," Draco sighed just as Enzo rubbed his forehead. He wished he could go back to his dream, the one where Cass was snuggled up against him and he didn't have all these worries in his head. What if he crossed a line? What if he pushed her too far and lost her? What if he fucked this all up before anything even started?

His mind thought back to their wonderful night together. Enzo had never seen a muggle film—never even really heard of them, to be honest—yet now it was his favorite thing to do. He loved the action and the adventure, the romance and all the characters. It was like watching a book come to life. Cass seemed to expect him to hate the princess aspect of it but that was his favorite part. Watching the golden-haired girl fall for the prince in disguise. It reminded him of her. He could only hope that one day, he could be the prince worthy of her affections.

They'd watched another movie—one Cass thought Enzo would like more without all the princesses but it wasn't nearly as entertaining. Where was the romance? The emotion? The feelings? Maybe the action-packed fight movie was what most muggle boys liked but Enzo found himself loving the princess one because of how much Cass loved it. Who cares if there weren't explosions or guns or whatever those muggle boys liked? All of that paled in comparison to the little smile on her face when the princess danced with the prince or the way her toes curled as the prince valiantly fought the dragon or the way she grabbed onto him when the movie ended happily. Give him a hundred fairytale films. He'd watch them all for his princess.

. . .

Unfortunately, Enzo didn't see Cass for the rest of the day. He searched for her—much to Mattheo's chagrin—but she couldn't be found. Who he did find, however, was Margot Moore sitting on a bench outside with Ernie Macmillan.

"Margot!" Enzo said with a smile as he jogged up to them. "Oh, hey, Ern."

"Lorenzo Berkshire. We meet again," the girl said with a smug little grin. "How can I help you?"

Enzo just ignored her expression because he wasn't really sure why she was making that face. "Do you know where Cass is? I've been looking for her but I can't find her anywhere."

Margot's smile widened. "Oh, yeah. She said she wanted to talk to you but then a third-year started crying and Cass went to go calm her down. You might just want to talk to her tomorrow."

"That's... that's really kind of her. Wow." And Enzo thought his crush on the Huffelpuff princess couldn't get any larger. Boy, was he wrong. She had a heart as golden as her hair and a smile that lit up the world. She was kind and intelligent and compassionate and the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

Fuck. He was in much deeper than he thought he'd ever be.

For most of his life, Enzo's heart belonged to two things: Quidditch and his sister. Yeah, he had friends and his other family members but for the most part, Aria was the most important out of all of them. But along came Cass, shining a light on this part of himself he never knew he had. His heart was growing to accommodate her and the scary part was, Enzo wasn't sure she felt the same way about him. He wasn't exactly proficient in girls. He'd never really dated before so, like always, he felt completely clueless about all of it.

"Yeah, Cass is always nice," Margot said with a twist of her face as if she couldn't comprehend Cass just being an angel on Earth. "I'd rather die than listen to a third-year cry all day but that's mean."

"Ladies and gentlemen: my girlfriend," Ernie said wryly before turning to Enzo. "Don't worry mate. You can just talk to her in Charms tomorrow."

"Yeah, but—" I don't want to wait to see her until tomorrow. He frowned and stopped himself from admitting he had a crush on a girl who he wasn't even sure wanted a relationship with him. What if her type was assholes like Zacharias Smith? It seemed unlikely but everyone had different tastes. What if he was assuming her sexual orientation based on her past lovers? Or what if her grief kept her from being emotionally ready for a relationship? Enzo really liked Cass. He really, really, really liked Cass. If friendship was all that she wanted to offer, he would gladly take it. He liked being around her, and not just with an end goal in mind. Better to keep his fat mouth shut just in case. "You're right. I'll just talk to her in class tomorrow."

"You know, Enzo," Margot drawled just as he returned to walk away. "Cass couldn't stop blushing all morning. Any idea why that is?"

Well, now Enzo was the one blushing. "I... um... I mean..."

Margot bit her lip to contain another knowing grin. What the fuck is going on? Enzo wondered as she and Ernie shared looks he couldn't decipher. "Well, I'm rooting for you, Enzo," Ernie finally said.

Enzo furrowed his brows. "What? Rooting for me? In Quidditch?"

Margot face palmed her forehead, which made him even more confused. Finally, she looked up at him with steel in her eyes. "Enzo, you are hopeless and so is Cass so I'm just going to say it: you should ask her to Hogsmeade this weekend."

"What? Hogsmeade?" Enzo had never thought of that. It wasn't that he hadn't ever been to Hogsmeade but he almost never went. Why waste a perfectly good weekend that he could be using to practice new maneuvers or catch up on the International Quidditch Leagues?

But suddenly, the idea of going to Hogsmeade with Cass seemed wonderful. More than wonderful, really. He smiled to himself before saying, "Yeah, I think I will."

Margot looked like she was about to pass out at the sound of Enzo's deep voice but he just ignored it. It might sound conceited of him but he was used to women reacting whenever it got that low. Not that he necessarily cared. Why would he want someone who only wanted him for his voice or the way he looked in his Quidditch robes? Where was the meaning of that?

Now if Cass liked the sound...

Nope. You have no idea if she wants to be more than friends. Better not risk anything yet, a small voice inside of him. Enzo sighed. He was normally so confident and outgoing but Cass was his first real crush. He didn't want to screw things out, not when his feelings were growing larger and larger. Still, a trip to Hogsmeade couldn't hurt.

Could it?

I've said it once and I'll say it again: I LOVE ENZO BERKSHIRE. I love how he blushes all the time, I love how he gets all awkward when Cass is brought up, I love how this is his first crush, like I love it all. He's so sweet, I can't.