Late again for your potions class, you rush through the Hogwarts hallways, focused on not losing points for your house—that would be a shame. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't even notice the other student who walked in front of you, bumping into him and falling right on top of the boy on the marble floor.

"By Merlin!" he groaned, instinctively wrapping his hands around your waist to steady you. That was when you finally recognized the voice: Matteo Riddle.

Both of you had disliked each other since the first year; he was always such a tease, never letting you go.

"Should have told me if you wanted to be on top of me that badly, darlin'," he teased, chuckling as you got off him.