~ 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 ~ 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒐 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒙 𝑶𝑪 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄

Chapter 7 ~ 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒆?

It's my first lesson of the day, I'm still kinda drained from Liam and the nightmares but whatever. My first class is Herbology, aka boring. On Thursday I have this class with absolute no fun people, all annoying, boring bitches.

I lean my head on my hand and stare forwards. I sigh, professor sprout is talking about the screaming plant again. I'm getting ear damage. I closed my eyes for a bit and I hear the plant scream again. I open my eyes.

After a while the class is over, I'm walking through the halls. I hope this day is gonna get more fun because otherwise I'm skipping classes this day.

The next class is Charms, is it me or do I have many Charms lessons this week? Probably just me. I sit down in my usual seat and spot a certain Riddle sitting opposite of me. There's still a space where the professor walks between us.

I love charms, I'm quite good at it actually. I love the professor too, Flitwick makes this class way better. Platonically, of course.

The class begins, Flitwick is asking a few questions. I raise my hand, Mattheo raises it too. The professor points at me, signalling that I need to answer his question. "A jinx." I say, I see Mattheo rolling his eyes.

What do you want, fucker?

Flitwick nods and explains more about the topic, when the next question he asks I raise my hand again, Mattheo raises his too. This time the professor chooses him. He answers and after he looks at me smirking.

Oh, so this is how we're gonna play?

For the next question I try to raise my hand the fastest. I feel like fucking Hermione. Mattheo raises his hand just before I did. He gets to answer.

You really think you're better than me?

This goes on for a while, it's not even about answering professor Flitwick's questions anymore. It's about being better than Mattheo, cause I am. One hundred percent.

The class is over, my mood changed. From drained to frustrated, amazing. I roll my eyes as I'm packing my books. "Oi, Gray." I head an annoying voice say, his scent hitting my nose. I turned around. "What."

"I definitely won our little game." He says, one corner of his mouth lifting. "Hm? We definitely weren't playing a game." I say looking in his eyes, though I do admit, his eyes are gorgeous. My eyes skim over his body, his dark curls are messy on his head. The scar on his eyebrow shining in the light of a candle. His hand that was resting on his side was filled with veins, his fingers accessorised with silver rings.

I swear if he wasn't so damn annoying, I'd do something to him already.

Respectfully.

He acted like he didn't notice, but he did. I know he did. "Yes we were, Gray. I saw you rolling your eyes every time I got the answer right." He said, we started walking out of the class and to our next period. "What's your next class?" He asks me. "Potions." I say, not wanting to talk to him anymore. "Oh that's weird, me too." He smirks at me, I groan and he let out a laugh. "I didn't think you could do that." I say looking at him, our steps sync.

"Do what?" He asks, curiosity shining in his eyes. "Laugh." I say. "Oh? Do I seem that cold?" He says, his smirk not faltering one second. I roll my eyes, I know he isn't that cold I've seen him with Theo and stuff. He laughs all the time.

"Shut up." We arrive at the Potion classroom, I go sit at my usual spot with Theo. The table is spotted with dried up potion spills and ink spots. Suddenly the chair next to me makes a loud noise- wait no, not the chair, a person. I look as Mattheo is laying on the ground.