The alarm rang, clear and loud. Welp that was one blissful hour of fun. We grabbed shit, adjusted for charms, and ran in the hallway, racing each other. Watch me defeat him spectacularly.

I ran into the classroom, pulled out a chair violently and sat, placing my water bottle on the seat next to me.

Mattheo came running and swiped my water bottle, as it crashed down, spilling water, and sat down with slight violence.

I looked around at my classmates, whose facial expressions clearly signified that they labelled us as psychos.

Oh well.

"Nothing to see here," Theo announced.

"Except a loser who runs like a girl," I announced louder, snickering.

I cleaned up the water with a swipe just as Flitwick entered the room.

"Good morning class," Flitwick squeaked, "today we'll be learning how to summon fire in jars. It's quite a simple spell that you will be able to commit to easily."

"Fire?" Theo whispered, sounding almost scared.

"You couldn't be afraid of a couple of matches, could you, son of Voldemort?" I asked teasing, knowing he wasn't scared.

"Me?" He scoffed, as Flitwick continued giving instructions, writing them on the board with his wand, "Scared? Polar opposites, they don't go together." He scoffed yet again, rolling his eyes.

Thank the gods.

"I'm really good at this so we're going to be let off early again if we're partners," I whispered changing the topic, glad that we were summoning fires in jars.

"Fantastic." He replied.

"I'll grab a jar," I said audibly, getting up.

"Nopes-nope," Mattheo declared getting up, and using my shoulders and his height to make me sit down.

"You got the jar last time," I protested.

"Because I'm a gentleman," he said stating it as if he were saying a normal fact that everyone can see like the fact that he's totally whipped.

Or maybe I'm overthinking, or perhaps it's my self-esteem. Shit higher than Mount Everest.

He jogged up holding the jar.

"Look," I said, deciding that I was going to pass instructions and that was that, "I'll screw the top on and you do the whole Incendio thing because trust me."

"I thought you were the one good at this thing?" He questioned.

"I'll pass a non-verbal spell from the side; you just pretend to do it." I explained.

He shrugged and gestured at the jar. I unscrewed the jar, holding up three fingers.

Giving me vu. I let each of them down slowly as Mattheo said, "Ilcendio," winking making sure he got it wrong.

I channelled the flames from inside me, taking in a deep breath as I closed my eyes and let the air out slowly.

I screwed the lid as fast as I could and then opened my eyes.

"You have got to teach me that!" Mattheo exclaimed, in a low voice somehow.

"Stick to incendio for now, dude," I smiled weakly, hoping that I could walk after that.

"You look pale, you okay man?" He confirmed.

"Uh-huh, just like I need a nap," I replied, resting my head on my book, burying my face in my arms.

"I'll submit this, let's get you to the dorm." He nodded at me, standing up and resting his knuckles against my forehead.

"Uh-huh," I murmured, unsure what was happening, as I closed my eyes and felt his knuckles leave my forehead.

I woke in my room wrapped in blankets.

I sat up, remembering class, I had 'Care of magical creatures', didn't I?

"Lay your dumb ass back down you stupid idiot," a voice came from the bed in front of my feet in my room. (Refer to the photos on Wattpad if you need to.)

Theo got up and sat in front of me on my bed, near my feet, "You were out for about half an hour, why'd you pull that fire move?"

"Well," I paused, "for one we'd get a free period."

"And for point two?" Theo countered raising an eyebrow, "You're not going to class and neither am I, you are literally burning up."

"No, I'm not," I defended, taking a complete guess, crossing my toes that I wasn't.

"Is that so?" Mattheo chuckled dryly. He leaned down, opening up a drawer, "Here's a thermometer, Via. Let's just check, shall we?"

I gulped, nodding, and leaned forward, as he turned it on and poked my tongue with it. I chewed the rubbery end, as he let go of the thermometer, my mouth holding the thermometer now. I leaned back. I noticed, I was no longer in the robes, nor in the flimsy t shirt. I was wearing a baggy hoodie over the shirt. It smelt so good.

It beeped and Theo moved forward, grabbing the thermometer. "Ah-hah!" Theo exclaimed.

"103.7 degrees Fahrenheit. I told you so!" He claimed victoriously. Then the realisation hit him.

"Oh, wow, that's dreadful, can't 104 degrees kill you or something?" He questioned.

"Yep, life-threatening."

"Fuck it, man. Puh-lease do not ever do anything like that again." He begged.

"Aw, you care." I teased.

"You're on the verge of dying. What's your death wish?" He asked, jokingly.

"A coke with ice." I joked right back at him.

He laughed, shaking his head, "Dumb flat ass."

I gasped, laughing as I leaned over, punching him playfully.

I took my ponytail out, letting my hair fall down as I fixed it, parting it in the middle.

"But-like I seriously need to go Care of Magical Creatures. I love that class. It's Hagrid's class." I insisted.

"Via you are literally on the verge of dying. You are NOT going to class like a dumb short piece of shit, okay?" He declared, putting his legs up on my bed, beside me, and stretching them.

"Oh, come on! Let me go! Please. Pretty please with sprinkles and a cherry on top." I whined desperately trying to convince him to let me go.

"Nope. Abso-fucking-loutely not!" He replied and changed his posture (again? This is like the millionth time), sitting beside me and nudging me, so that he would have some space to sit.

This rude fucker.

I pressed my face against his shoulder, puppy-pouting, looking up at him, not able to get over how fantastically amazing his old spices deodorant smelled.

He looked down at my face. "Do not," he began, "I repeat- do NOT- do you hear me, Via? Do not give me those puppy eyes." He stared down at me, his firm expression wavering.

I cuddled into his side, not complying with his commands. Theo looked away. I slapped his arm, "Come on- let me go."

"Hey- no is no," He ignored my incessant begging, "I'll distract you with a game, okay?" He asked.

"Oh come on." I flopped myself, now with a posture my dad would NOT approve of.

"20 questions. That's what we're playing. And-straighten yourself- what are you 80?"

I snorted reluctantly straightening myself, "What are you, my dad?"

He put an arm around me and leaned towards my lips, "No, but you can call me Daddy."

I blushed red.

"Someone's got a sunburn," Theo teased, pinching my cheeks.

"Oh shut up," I smacked his arm away, my face practically a tomato by this point.

He smirked and lifted the blanket getting in.

I slid down, now in a horizontal position.

He frowned, looking down at me, "Well, do you want to go first?"

"Nah," I shook my head.

Mattheo slid down too, lying right in front of me. He faced the top bunk, arms under his head, while I was on my side, looking at his irresistible face. "What's your favourite colour?"

I raised my eyebrows at him, giving him a 'really?' expression. He turned his head, looking at me, waiting.

"Blue. What's your favourite animal?" I asked, lying down like he was, staring at the top bunk.

"The jaguar. You know everyone's all lions and tigers and house cats. These jaguars and leopards, they do not get enough credit for how incredibly cool creatures they are." He replied.

That's kinda deep.

"Huh." I remarked, "I thought you'd like snakes more."

In a heartbeat, he replied, "Well I do like this one particular snake."

I stared at him blankly.

Oh. Ohhhh.

I laughed, play-smacking him in the gut.

"Ow," he reacted, also laughing.

I found myself nuzzling into his side. He put an arm around my shoulder, the other under is head.

I waited for his question, but he just gazed into my caramel eyes.

I cleared my throat.

He snapped out of it, "Erm," he paused, thinking, "Oh! What's your ideal type?"

Sir. My idea type is lying right next to me, but I'd rather dig a hole and die rather than tell you that.

I took a deep breath, leaning forward, scooting up and said in a deadly whisper, "You."

Theo leaned towards me, "Is that so, darling?" Our noses were merely inches apart and we were both whispering.

I'm fucked. Hopefully literally.

Nope get out of here mind demon.

"What's your type?" I blurted out, ruining the moment with an awkward laugh.

He blinked, "Women. I really don't give an eff about anything, to be honest. Just women."

I laughed. We both had fully turned on our sides, close together and staring at each other.

His arm cupped my waist.

"Even our hands?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Especially your hands." He laughed back. His hand left my waist, instead holding my hand like a gentleman as he raised it to kiss my hand.

I'm in love. (kidding)

The only distance we had was between our lips.

I so wanted to close that distance.