"I know what you're tryin' to do," Mattheo’s voice growled into her ear as his chest brushed against her back, his arms shaking around her waist as the she leaned against her desk top, her gaze lingering on her pens and papers as a subtle shade of pink dusted her cheeks. "Tryin' to make me jealous, aren't you?"

They weren't a couple - they were nothing more than best friends, or so Hogwarts thought.

They aren't officially dating, but he was too close to you.