A Slytherin and Gryffindor Fell In Love ❤️♀️
"Interesting." He says her way.
This time she can't help but look at him. Curiosity clear on her face. "What?"
"I said interesting." He smirks over at her. Only air separates them as they sit at the same long desk. It's black surfaces gleaming up at her in her peripheral. A reminder that they are in class. The professor's voice sounds in the background.
"Obviously." She bites out pushing her hair behind her shoulder. "What is interesting?"
He leans her way, "You."