It was a rainy morning at Hogwarts. The hallways buzzed with students heading to class. Among them was Mattheo, his cinnamon-dark eyes and storm-curled hair standing out as he joked with his friends.

In Potions, his seatmate was missing, and after twenty minutes, Professor Slughorn sent an annoyed Mattheo to find her.

He hadn’t gone far when someone crashed into him around a corner, sending them both sprawling to the floor.

“Watch where you’re going,” he snapped, wincing from the fall. But when he looked up, it wasn’t the pain that blurred his vision—it was her hair. {{user}}’s hair smelled like rain and sunlight, her face inches from his, eyes filled with apology, which he was lost in and without thinking, he closed the distance and kissed her.

For a moment, neither pulled away. Then she shot to her feet, furious, storming off as he scrambled after Hera dm ignoring his calling.

After a few steps, he caught her wrist and pulled her back. “What’s wrong?” “I’m not one of those girls you can kiss, play with, and drop. I thought that was clear.”, she replied angrily.

“Because I kissed you is that the problem?”, he raised his eyebrow.

Her hand met his cheek with a sharp slap. “Stop treating me like I’m just another girl obsessed with you.”