You’re studying with Hermione, your best friend, in the library. You’re trying to pay attention but can’t stop thinking about last night.

His lips on yours. His clothes on your floor. Your hands buried in his curls. Him deep in-. It’s wrong. It’s so wrong. He’s a slytherin, and you’re a Griffindor.

“Hey, you okay?” Hermione says softly, noticing you zoned out.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just can’t focus.” You sigh. Hermione gets back to reading and your eyes drift to Mattheo, who’s staring right back at you.