𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 - 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞

7) What would he think?

I fluttered my eyes open, the blurry sight of hospital beds slowly seeping into view. I could feel the dusky, cold air hitting my skin; sensing goosebumps onto the crook of my neck. My weak legs were covered by an impeccably thin blanket that didn't serve much of a purpose and I soon recognised the surroundings around me and nodded at the realisation that I was in the hospital wing.

"Morning." I heard a low, husky voice whisper; making me rub my eyes, fixing my posture with confusion and begin to sit up straight. I immediately darted my eyes towards the figure sitting to my right and rolled my eyes at the sight of none other than Lorenzo Berkshire.

"Morning?" I choked, my voice still croaky from the lack of water i'd received. "How long have I been out? And where is everyone?"

Lorenzo pulled the sleeve of his school shirt up, glancing at his watch nonchalantly, "Almost a day. Everyone visited you earlier but are now eating breakfast in the great hall."

"A day?!" I exasperated, my voice laced with a tone of immediate suprise.

"Well, almost. It's been about 20 hours." He cleared his throat, throwing his arms up in a surrender.

"What even happened?" I spoke, my gaze hovering across the room in confusion; bewildered by my lack of memory.

"Well..." he began, "Mattheo started a fight with me because he drank a lot more than he should have, stupidly tried to kiss you and accidentally knocked you out in the process."

I tilted my head, the events of earlier flooding back into my memory like ocean waves crashing into sand. I paused for a moment; trying to reconfigure exactly how it all went down.

"He's now serving a months detention." Lorenzo shook his head, leaning back in his chair and keeping his eyes threaded into mine, making me shuffle with an ounce of discomfort. "What an idiot." He scoffed, settling a cigarette in between his lips and exhaling audibly.

"Are you seriously smoking in the hospital wing right now?" I whispered to him, looking around somewhat nervously.

"Relax." He smiled, "There's nobody in here; everyone's in the great hall."

I rolled my eyes, throwing my back against the bed frame and noticing a noticeable wound on my upper thigh; located on my left leg.

"Oh yeah, Madame Pomfrey didn't do anything about that one." Lorenzo coughed; blinking softly at the wound, "She's useless sometimes 'you know."

I scoffed, a slight laugh escaping my lips, I opened the drawer next to me and began unveiling the bandages. Lorenzo grabbed my hand abruptly and snatched the bandages from my grip. I sent him a puzzled look, tilting my head with confusion.

"Let me do it. I'm the one who got in the fight in the first place." He sighed, unwrapping the bandages and using the scissors on the table beside me to cut it to the appropriate length.

"Yeah, but your not the one who started it." I laughed, watching his face fixate and concentrate on the bandage.

"Doesn't matter, you got hurt; it's my job to fix you up since Madame Pomfrey didn't do hers."

I nodded a thank you, taking note of the comforting silence surrounding the seemingly empty room. I'd always been extremely observant, I enthralled in the moment, smiling at the sweet sound of freezing raindrops hitting the stained windows like bullets. Hogwarts was my safe place, my second home. Hogwarts was welcoming, warm and comforting, everything my home, Malfoy Manor, was not.

"You shouldn't of kissed Mattheo, he's bad news." Lorenzo suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. "Your just as much as an idiot as him sometimes."

"It meant nothing, honestly." I sighed, shrugging my shoulders.

Lorenzo suddenly inched closer to me, clenching his jaw. His gaze diverting from my left and right eye to my lips. "So if I kissed you right now, it would mean nothing?"

Chills.

I smiled innocently at him, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I'm not drunk though, and neither are you."

I paused,

"I think."

"I'm not." Lorenzo spoke with a low voice, tracing his hand across my cheek slowly but suddenly.

"What would Draco think?" I whispered delicately.

"Think of what?" He smirked seemingly innocently, his eyes suddenly diverting to mine.

"Of us two, right now." I gulped.

"I don't see an issue with it, as long as we don't do anything." Lorenzo shrugged, gliding the palm of his hand across my injured thigh, not releasing the tentative eye contact.

"Right." I smiled, "but what if we did, would that be a problem?" I asked bodly; my body practically overheating with nerve. I don't know what compelled me to ask such a flirtatious question; but Lorenzo seemed to be enjoying it, as was I.

"Then it would be a good thing he isn't here to see it." He spoke lowly, placing the bandage on my thigh, my body flinching from the coldness of his rings contacting my body.

I nodded, "Your a good guy Enzo."

"Enzo?" He smiled, looking up at me.

"Yeah. Is there a problem?" I smirked, folding my arms.

"No actually," He huffed, "it's cute."

"Cute?" I laughed, leaning forward.

"Yeah."

This sudden spark of tension was unexpected, but intriguing. There was something so alluring about the dangerousness of the situation; the way we both teased eachother mercilessly but never actually did anything. This time though... this time it felt different.

"This is a dangerous game your playing, Berkshire." I breathed, watching as he traced
the outline of the white bandage with his ringed finger.

"Then I refuse to loose the game." He delicately whispered, his face etched with a tone of confidence, "It's a game i'm willing to risk."

I could of sworn the air switched in that exact moment. Everything was so unbelievably sudden. Not that I didn't mind of course, but I felt my breath hitch and it felt like all the oxygen in the room had been stolen from my lungs and into Lorenzos eyes.

Maybe Pansy was right about Lorenzo. I've denied it for years, of course, but I couldn't deny the obvious tension that settled everytime we were alone together. We avoided eachother at all costs because we weren't sure what would happen if we were put in an empty room, face to face with nobody around. But now, that was my exact situation. Now, we were alone. My brother not around to stop me, my mind so clouded with thoughts it was too foggy to see logic, and nothing but the beautiful sight of Lorenzo Berkshire sitting before me. The light rays hitting his face perfectly, every scar, every freckle, and every dangerous thought displayed directly infront of me, like he was the protagonist in a theatre and the spotlight shone on him; and him only.