𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 ~ 𝚃𝚁

Lestrange

My first class of the day is DADA, aka defense of the dark arts. It's a decent class, though I do enjoy potions much more. With my last name being Lavigne, I'm sat next to Lestrange. Lestrange is a friend of mine, you could say, but not a close friend.

We've had this continuous joke to each other about jokingly flirting. I think some people are confused about it because it only seems to happen in DADA. No matter how many times I tell people it's a joke, more rumors go around. As soon as I sat down the door opened and in walked Riddle, Avery, Lestrange, Malfoy, and Rosier.

Lestrange walked over to our table, and everybody else also went to their assigned seats. He lazily drapes an arm around my shoulders and looks at me. "Miss Lavigne you look very stunning this morning." He flashed me a charming smile and I shrugged off his arm and smiled back. "I always look stunning. It's hard not to when you have a face like this. You wouldn't know how it feels, your face is lacking in the beauty department."

He gasped dramatically and put his hand on his heart as though he had just been stabbed. "You HAVE to be lying Miss Lavigne." I was, he was quite handsome. He had a nice jawline, dark eyes, dark hair, and he was at a nice height. I raised an eyebrow at him and laughed. "Am I lying? Have you taken a look in the mirror today? You did use a bit too much gel in your hair today, it looks greasy."

I reached up my hands to fix a loose hair of his, brushing it back with the rest of his hair. I sat back down and put my hair up. I looked back at Lestrange and his cheeks were slightly pink, and the hair was out of place again. "God damn it. It's out of place again." I reached up again but he quickly brushed it back and I sat back down again. "I'm sorry, I'll not do that again..."

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It was the middle of DADA when Lestrange reached over with his quill and wrote on my notes. His handwriting was cursive, very sloppy, but it was cursive. It read 'What is your next class' and I wrote back 'History Of Magic'.

We continued writing notes back and forth, and he insisted on escorting be to History of Magic when his next class was at the opposite side of the castle. At this point, there is no convincing him otherwise.

At the end of class, I packed up my stuff in a neat pile, and picked it up, balancing it on my hip with one arm. Avery, one of Lestrange's friends, grabbed his bicep. "Come on, you're being slow we're going to be late for herbology." Lestrange freed his arm and laced it with mine, kind of awkwardly. "I'm going to escort Miss Lavigne to her class."

Avery walked away, rolling his eyes and mumbling some curses. Lestrange and I walked out of the room and into the jumble of students, our arms still laced. When we arrived at my class, I unlaced our arms and started to walk in. "Thanks for escorting me Lestrange, you better hurry, you might be late to herbology."

Before he walked off he grabbed my hand and placed a soft and quick kiss on my hand. My cheeks went slightly pink and I rushed into the classroom and plopped in my seat beside Abraxas Malfoy. We've had a couple of conversations, and he's been my date to a couple of holiday parties hosted by friends of our parents, but he's not as close as Mary, Louise, and I.

We aren't romantically involved, or very involved with each other, much to our parent's dismay. Every time either his parents or my grandparents, or a friend of our parents throw a party we usually go together and they ask if we're finally dating. The answer is always no. We simply aren't interested in each other and they don't get that.

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History of Magic wasn't fun, it was boring, as usual. I had my free period before lunch so I went to the library to meet Mary like we usually do. I was early, because Mary wasn't there, so I sat down at the table we usually sat at.

There were a couple of books on the table about spells for seventh years. I assumed it was a seventh-year student studying, so instead of switching tables, I picked up the books and walked toward another table to set them down.

When I was returning to my table I wasn't paying attention and I bumped face-first into the firm chest of Tom fucking Riddle. I looked up at him and smiled innocently. "On your way to snog Rosier? I'll get out of the way, I wouldn't want to make you late to meet a sex offender." I attempted to walk away but he grabbed my bicep and pulled me back.

"You're being immature, Rosier and I are not and will not be snogging."

"Your need to validate the fact that you and Rosier don't have a secret relationship makes me even more suspicious of it." I raised my eyebrow and smirked at him, tearing my arm free from him. "Next time you even try to touch or grab me, seeing you've done it twice today, Rosier's neck won't be the only one my wands been on"

He chuckled as I walked away to the table I was at and sat beside Mary. I let out a sigh "Riddle is just so fucking-"

"Hot." Mary interrupted.

"I was going to say annoying but- wait a damn minute do you have a thing for Riddle?"

"N-noooooOOooooO"

"Mary you're lying, but what's the deal with him and his group of friends? It's like they have a fucking cult or something."

"Well, Riddle is a little intimidating. Hot, but intimidating."

"Riddle is anything but intimidating, Mary, he's a teacher's pet with good genes, that's it, it's like he has no other personality."

"I mean I'm sure he does but he probably just wants to focus on school right now."

"No ma'am, you just need to get laid. And NOT with Tom. I mean I could set you up with Malfoy EASY. He's pretty nice."

"I don't like Riddle I just think he's hot."

"Anyways it's about lunchtime, do you want to go ahead and walk down to the Great Hall?" Mary got up and laced her arms with mine and we fell into step with each other, walking to the lunchroom.

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