"I know what you're tryin' to do," Mattheo’s voice growled into her ear as his chest brushed against her back, his arms wrapped around her waist as she leaned against her desk top, her gaze lingering on her pens and papers as a subtle shade of pink dusted her cheeks. "And I tell you, it’s fucking working. So stop it.“

They are enemies, or so Hogwarts thought. But since you started talking to Fred, he’s different.

he was too close to you as you study in the library.