Everything changed the day Amira was born.
The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began.
While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza.
I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.
A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed
Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep.
She has just turned one.
She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her.
She doesn’t know the word “loss.”
She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there.
Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like.
And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again.
I want to rebuild our home.
Not just for the walls — but for her future.
For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war.
I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
A Mother’s Message
To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story.
Your kindness means more than words.
Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira.
From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again —
we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.
[summary] You; a homosexual amongst a school that won’t except you for being who you are; meet Mattheo Riddle in your fourth year at Hogwarts. Two years pass and you both had realized that your friendship brought you closer than ever before, sparking an affection you both shared for one another. Despite your raging feelings for each other. Mattheo falls under the pressure of social status at school, forcing a wedge between the both of you. (for clarification Y/N/N means “your nick name”👍
if i misuse anything please ignore it and just read the fiction ;D
Reshape
Another year, another endless period of torment and misery. Having to tolerate both bullying and school makes you stress bullets on a daily basis. Being sorted into Slytherin of all houses made it no better—even though the constant teasing came from all houses, guys in your house especially spent their time on finding new ways to humiliate you publicly. Walking through the silent halls in the late autumn night, book in hand with a quill dancing between your fingers—you turn the corner to come in collision with something broad and firm, with a thud and extreme force knocking you both to the ground. Collecting your scattered belongings across the concrete, a mutter echoed across the empty corridor. A snarky tone rose from behind you. “Do you ever pay attention to your surroundings? This hallway is quieter than the Library, you can practically hear a pin drop let alone my footsteps from behind the corner.” A rush of embarrassment came over you. “I’m sorry, i was just reading over my notes and i’m kind of in the rush to get back to my dorm”, “No, you’re fine. Here- you dropped this”. Handing you your quill, he looks down, gazing at your half panicked expression. Looking up to meet his gaze, you can’t help but feel a tug pull at your heart strings. Snapping to reality, you still need to get to your dorm. “I really have to get going, but again! I’m truly sorry” “And again, it’s totally fine”.
The next day you were caught up in previous notes from the night before;you couldn’t finish them due to the late night and your tired state. Switching from your butter glazed croissant, to your quill and parliament, reaching your butter knife with your quill still balanced in between your fingers. A piece of bread flew towards your head, the force resulting in a silent thud. Sounds of laughter erupted from a group of upperclassmen, noises of mocking rises from their throats. You couldn’t even get through breakfast without being the school pariah. Humiliation rising, your eyes on the verge of tears. “Hey—instead of taking pride in humiliating a kid an entire year younger than you, maybe focus your energy on your plummeting grades and already receding hairlines? I mean, it’s only your fifth year, i’d personally consider that an issue”. An awkward silence fell on the group, not because they couldn’t shoot a snarky answer back with their venom tainted tongues, but because it was a Riddle brother protesting against them. Both brothers had a reputation; one being smart, cunning, as well as persuasive. Holding a high score on every subject, Tom was an instant reliant to all students, making him invulnerable to shame and bullying. The other having a certain background that wasn’t smiled upon. He was violent, his fist being a first resort to end every conflict that gravitated his way; Mattheo Riddle.
Both you and Mattheo had shared classes, both of you liked the same things; music, sitcoms with stupid jokes, you even shared a fond admiration for astrology. A friendship was bound to be. After the whole breakfast thing, he decided to stay close to you, and you never protested because you found a comfort in his presence.
Two years pass and your friendship with Mattheo grew even tighter. You both made sure your schedules aligned just so you could spend time with each other. You were spending your saturday afternoon in your dorm, books spread open across your desk.“Hey Y/N/N, you wouldn’t mind if your best friend just-“ he flops on your bed with a dramatic sigh,”takes your bed for tonight, the south dorms are extra chilly tonight”. Before you could coldly deny, he met your gaze with his sad puppy dog eyes; winning pity points; “You know that doesn’t work on me” “And yet your still gonna say yes~” “..fine- only if you agree not to hog my sheets with your gigantic body” he takes in a huge dramatic gasp, clutching his chest—“ are you.. calling me fat!?” “well if the oversized shoe fits…”. Closing your notebooks, you made your way to his side. Sitting down beside him, you both could feel a warmth that radiated off one another. You arrange yourselves to a comfortable cuddling position.
You couldn’t deny your feelings for Mattheo, but it surely couldn’t hurt trying. Moments like this gave you hope for something more complex, you wanted him to want you so desperately it pained you physically. You convinced yourself that this bond could never surpass friendship, and you took whatever short periods of affection you could get. You fed off his attention like dehydration personified. You’d give your all just for a simple kiss, and you knew that this fantasy would never come to light. It didn’t hurt any less knowing Mattheo was nothing short of a “ladies man”;new nights, new girls. You couldn’t bare the thought of him in someone else’s arms, and you couldn’t just lie to yourself when you knew you needed professional help to get over this intense affection for your best friend.
You spent the rest of the night nuzzled against one another;your head rested on his shoulder, his face buried in your neck, your legs intertwined with his, his arms wrapped around your waist; the light of your cozy dorm laminating the scene. You woke up to him staring— just full on staring.
Your face flushing
“Hello sleepy, d’you have a good nap?” “yea- how long were we?..” you pushed up on your elbow to level with him—“we? cuddling in your very warm bed? Almost six hours”. This whole time he didn’t pull back, moments like this gave you immense hope;your love overpowering your judgment; but it was all just a fantasy. You were best friend, this must just be normal for him. At least that’s what you engraved into your mind as an attempt to not get your hopes up.
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You both walked side by side making your way to the great hall just in time for breakfast. You both sat by Mattheo’s usual group: Lorenzo Berkshire, a charming manipulator who made it his personal goal to wreck every girls heart. Theodore Nott, a silent weapon, he fed off the tears and sadness of those his friends hurt—of course he’d never do the assaulting himself, he believed it made him better than the rest of them. Draco Malfoy, a bright haired bully with a drive to humiliate everyone he deemed socially unacceptable. Pansy Parkinson, the queen of gossip;taking pride in spilling the secrets of others, especially if she knew it would give her the chance to watch them crumble right before her eyes; she’d do anything for her friends approval. Astoria Greengrass, a kind but strong spirit;her heart and clever mind made her the sweetest girl in Slytherin house—she only hung around the group because of a pressure that hung around, but you knew she’d never participate in any form of bullying;she’s far too nice for that. Blaise Zabini, an arrogant snob with nothing but vile comments to say with his silver tongue that burned insults into your skin.
You never understood why Mattheo even bothered with them, they were all lost causes. Your very presence brought an act of shared looks of annoyance by the whole group—other than Astoria of course. “Good morning Y/n, Mattheo” Tori gladly announced, breaking the silence amongst the friends. “Morning Tori, d’you get the notes i sent last night?” “Yes! Thanks by the way Y/N/N, i feel confident that i’m passing this exam” “ ‘i fewl confidwent’ oh please, this s¡ssy isn’t smart enough to spell out simple words, if anything, those notes will ensure your failure” Blaise spat with his mouth half full of food. The table almost erupted in laughter before Mattheo gave them all disapproving glances. “Well isn’t that rich coming from a future drop out, tell me Blaise—when was the last time you aced a test? Potions year 1?” Your eyes shooting bullets into Blaise’s head in hopes his face would just implode.
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You made it past a difficult breakfast, you and Mattheo made your way towards your class. Divination was just an enjoyable subject for you, the concept[insert cynthia erivo meme] of glimpsing into the near future gave you reassurance, of course you hated surprises—not nearly as much as your friend Hermione hated divination with a BURNING PASSION—but it came to a close second on the list. In an attempt to help Mione, you tried guiding her slowly through the process of the lesson. Your focus on the crystal ball;its radiant light illuminating your face, your eyes sparkling a hue of blue, then gold;in your best ability, you try to get into specific details or else both your grades would plummet and crash with a dramatic boom—said boom being a failing grade. You’re focusing on the assignment when you can’t help but feel glaring eyes on you;the sensation creeping up and down your back in a repeated pattern; Turning your head slightly to meet their gaze—it’s Mattheo. His cheek rested on his hand, his expression a mix of affection and awe. He didn’t look away, neither did you;both of your eyes staring into one another, acknowledging each other’s existence.
Class came to an end and you both just seemed to draw closer to one another in the crowd of students, eventually standing side by side. “You seem very educated on divination” a teasing tone rising from his grinned lips “Not really, it’s just common knowledge at this point- I wouldn’t expect you to know that” you tap his head, seeming to mock his very limited knowledge. “Uh! Rrrude” he expressed in an over exaggerated Scottish accent. “Isn’t it our best mate and his fruity pet—Tell me Y/L/N, do you ever hop off his co-“ “Shut up Draco—You insufferable inbred” Mattheo seemed to immediately jump to your defense, but there was a change in his tone;almost..hesitant? “It’s fine, hello to you too Malfoy..” both of you exchanging toxic looks, burning hatred deep into each other’s skin. “Let’s just walk to class, you’re both dingbats” Matty seemed to have an attitude—you brushed it off anyway.
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You’re both in the library, sitting by each other;your knees barely grazing each other; the atmosphere wasn’t as soft and warm as usual, Mattheo seemed tense. “What’s wrong? You’re acting weird today ever since we ran into Draco” you expressed genuine concern, but you were met with an unreadable expression. “It’s nothing.. well-“ You furrowed your brows, waiting for his response “I know it’d be different, but i think this.. ‘change’? might be necessary” “Well? out with it” there seemed to be an awkward silence hanging in the air. “Y/N. I think we need a little space” his words almost hesitant, but he was serious;his tone firm. “Well, it’s not a bad idea..just-we spend everyday together so maybe elaborate?” “I mean we need to hang out less. Maybe see each other just in class and occasionally on the weekends?” that was a huge change, but you didn’t want to dismiss the idea because you could tell he was firm on this decision. “Well, if that’s what you really want. This doesn’t change anything between us, right?” your voice almost pleading “Well, I don’t know. All i do know is that we’ve been practically joint at the hip since fourth year. I wanna explore a world where-“ he stammered, trying to find the correct words “where we aren’t so.. close.” your expression changed completely, the once cozy presence he had turned almost dim and cold. “I don’t understand, did I do somethi-“ “You don’t need to understand, i just need you to do” your gaze dropped, fists clenched—“oh. Well i guess i should..uhm- should go.” you quickly grabbed your belongings and rushed out, tears rapidly streaming down your cheeks with each step you took.
On the edge of your bed, you were trying to distract yourself from the creeping silence by putting your focus on a book. You’re reading the words but nothing is being processed, how could you focus when he’s not here to comfort you?
it’s almost impossible at this point. You’ve both been by each other for so long you haven’t a clue who you are without one another.
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Things weren’t going so good with Mattheo either. He stayed up the entire night up in the North Tower thinking back on how harsh his words were, and the impact he had caused to a friendship he wasn’t ready to lose. He knew it wasn’t easy for you;constant teasing, piling school work; but he couldn’t help but feel a little shame when he’s partially known as the best friend of the…”queer”. Of course you weren’t the only one, just the most known. You were such an easy target. Mattheo hung around his friends in their dorms, enduring constant teasing. “Where’s the boyfriend? Finally get tired of him?” Draco teased with a mocking expression “and so what if I did?” the whole group stopped immediately, snapping their heads towards Mattheo. “oooh.. about time mate, we all had a bet going that you were in the closet you know-“ “well that bet better run dry before I stick my foot up your arse”— everyone seemed to enjoy this new arrangement, all except one. Astoria knew exactly how inseparable the both of you were, of course she couldn’t help but worry for Mattheo—it’s in her nature after all. Everyone went their separate ways;going to bed, sneaking out—didn’t matter. Mattheo hesitated walking South, his gaze falling towards the hall leading to your dorm. “Matt, hey are you alright?” Astoria, always poking her nose into anything;out of worry. “I’m fine Tori, just a little sleepy that’s all” “I don’t believe you. I know exactly the type of dynamic you and Y/N make, it’s not like you to be acting as if you aren’t the bestest of mates”. The words sunk deep, he knew this wasn’t right, he missed you;your touch, the smell of your vanilla conditioner that wafted in his nose whilst you both wrapped one another in each others arms, your soothing hums that he enjoyed listening too whilst you did homework while he just watched you. “We came to an agreement to not talk so much, it doesn’t mean we stopped being friends” “You just said you were tired of him Mattheo, that’s seems pretty out of line for you both to be considered ‘friends’.” “Oh, and you invading my privacy and business isn’t out of line? What do you want Astoria? Go ride off the backs of some other friend group, none of us truly like you anyway—damn pushover.” “I’m the pushover!? You would give up your friendship and happiness for popularity points, if you truly cared for Y/N you wouldn’t be treating him like this. He’d walk through fire for you, but it seems like you’d watch him burn— you and your whole ‘savage’ vibe has been ran dry for a while now, you’re clearly miserable without Y/N, but you’d rather hide behind the confinement of your ‘friends’ approval and praise. This was a mistake, if you won’t talk to Y/N, you’ll lose him forever. Goodnight Mattheo, I hope you realize how much you’re truly losing.” and with that Astoria pushed past him with a gentle shove. She wasn’t wrong, if anything she was exactly on point.
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The next morning you woke up late, deciding not to bother with going to first class.
The clock struck 10:30, signifying that it’s your time to wake up and rise from your bed. Heading down to the common room after putting yourself together, you ran into none other than Theodore Nott;who seemed to be enjoying his solitude in the silent room. “Where’s your little boyfriend?” Theo let the words slip from his mouth in a mocking tone, pushing your buttons—“He’s not my boyfriend..the last thing I need is your pointless backhanded comments, good day Nott”. Stomping against the concrete flooring towards the exit painting, Theodore seems to rush in front of you;seeming to have something important to say, perhaps?
“I’m not trying to be condescending, honest— it’s just unusual to not see you with Matt” “Well get use to it, we might not be hanging out from here on out.” You choked on your own words, you couldn’t even admit that reality to yourself, yet you still told him in confidence. “Shit, sorry about that.. if it helps, you deserve way better than him.” “oh? like who? Me and Matty have been friends for almost three years now—if i deserved better I would’ve cut things off long time ago.” “Well maybe your little crush clouded your judgement? You’re not very subtle about it either—at least in my eyes.” not subtle? You were anything but “not subtle”! “Oh please! My feelings are none of your business, now get out of my way—I already missed transfiguration”. Pushing past his broad build, you’d think it be the last of seeing him that day; wrong. He followed, trying to conversational with you, but you ignore. “You know, we have the same class” “No we don’t Nott, you have divination two classes after this..” “Yeah, what i said—same classes.” why bother trying to shoo him off, he was practically clinging onto you.
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The common room was full of tired students, you particularly couldn’t pick yourself up from the couch;its cushions drowning you in comfort and warmth. Trying to feel this little time of peace, a particular group makes their way through to painted entrance. “What a lazy slug, my days already ruined just by looking at it” you don’t feel like fighting off their snarky comments, not today. Standing up to leave towards your dorm, you’re cut off by Berkshire and Zabini. “Wanna move? I’m tired” “What’s the matter bun? We’re just trying to have some fun” Lorenzo and his teasing tone is nothing short of obnoxious. “Quit it, i’m tired. Let’s go” it wasn’t Mattheo who stood up to the two, it was Theodore. Mattheo stood quietly in the back, but when Theodore spoke up, he couldn’t help but feel like there was a change in the relationship between the both of you. “Awh, what’s the matter Teddy? They’re just tryna have some fun” Pansy and her chatty mouth, always having to put her two cents in like the nosey pug she is. “Well, I’m bored. Either we go, or I enchant our dorm room to keep you locked out”. The group made their way past you, except one. Mattheo stood firm in the front of the staircase, his expression was solid and questioning. “What was that about? You and Nott friends now?” of course you weren’t, but this felt like a window to freely tease Mattheo after all the shits he’s been pulling—“So what if we are? You said it yourself, we need space. Besides, I have needs.” Mattheo scoffed in disbelief “Needs? S-so what? He’s the one in your bed; holding you close, squeezing you?” “And if he was? You of all people know exactly how I am, it’s not my problem you want to cut ties with me” “I never said that Y/N, I said we should be hanging out LESS— not forever!” he takes a step forward, closing the space between the both of you “Look me in my eyes and tell me he’s better than me, do it” of course you couldn’t say yes, after all, you couldn’t compare the two because you and Theodore haven’t really done the things you and Mattheo have done. You smile slightly and push past, leaving him in a heated state;filled with fury and perhaps a hint of jealousy.
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You found yourself sitting by the great lake making ripples with your wand, and casting spells on the blades of green grass; each blade combining to one stem and blooming into beautiful flowers, petals alternating into different shades of all sorts of colors. Flora magic felt tingly at the tip of your fingers, your wand feeling slightly lighter each time anything green related was cast. Usually you’re alone, enjoying the solitude of your comfortable silence— of course you aren’t, cause why not? Theodore sat suspiciously close, he seemed a bit too comfortable being next to you. “Why do you do this?” you look up at him, meeting his confused expression—“..uhm, sit?” “No, follow me. You have an entire group of friends you could be bothering, but you spend your free time just- i don’t know.. being with me?” “Because, my ‘entire group of friends’ are all just dingbats i’ve never cut off, you don’t even say words to me and just being next to you makes me feel comfortable. I don’t need a reason, i just need you”. Something in you wants to believe you, but losing Mattheo gave you major trust issues. “You’re just saying that-“ “No Y/n, I’m being serious. You’re so genuine, and even if you refuse to speak to me, I can tell. You love taking walks around campus, and even if you don’t say it, I know you secretly enjoy my company— like last night! You started talking about little memories you had whenever we passed by places you’ve been. I can tell you that when you’re so deep into a book, your pupils dilate. When we’re here by this lake you like to carve rune symbols on nearby rocks, some of them don’t even do anything, but you experiment just to see what would happen— just now you were doing it” he was right, almost every rock spread across the grass were covered in carved symbols, some curved, others ridged and burned due to the aftermath of the spell it had casted. “You picked all that up, in three weeks?” you kept your eyes on his, his ocean blue irises reflecting the suns light—“It’s a little hard not to observe when all i wanna do is just look at you.” god, butterflies just set off in your stomach.
Summary: Despite attending Hogwarts for five years now, Lorenzo had never heard nor seen you at all. A few glances are sent from Lorenzo at breakfast when he decides he wants to strike a conversation, breaking the silence between the two of you, and build a friendship. Problem is, he can’t seem to have the courage to muster up a simple “hello”. He follows you around, observing your every move, he’s becomes obsessed with just the near thought of you.
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It was the week after Holiday break when the first breakfast of the semester was held at 7:30AM. Lorenzo and Blaise came through the doors, stomping their leather shoes against the concrete flooring. Professor Snape was giving a toast to a new semester, and the same expectations, when all of a sudden he was cut short from the opening of the double doors just across the room. Everyone shoots their gaze towards the back and see you, standing there awkward and embarrassed as ever. A group of Slytherins can’t help but laugh at you, as well as a few others scattered across every house. You make your way towards Ravenclaw table and sit by Luna Lovegood and continue a conversation that you both had left off of just before you left for break. Everything seems to be going normally, you’re eating breakfast, conversing amongst your friends, but from Lorenzo’s point of view, everything seems to have shifted.
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Lorenzo wouldn’t deny himself that he had never found women beautiful, but for him to find a man just as captivating? He was lost. It wasn’t just your beauty that intrigued him, it was your mannerisms, the way you held yourself. he needed to know more.
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After breakfast a couple of your friends had gathered up in the common room just before classes were beginning, you got used to the peace and quiet of your home, and you weren’t ready to socialize just yet, at least for now. You gathered your things and told Luna you would meet her in class, just as you were walking away from the commons, you felt another presence in the air. You turned around to the sight of no one, and decided to ignore it. You continued to walk to class, but the silence felt as if it was creeping up on you.. shivers went up your spine and goosebumps spread across your body. You turned around, no one.
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Just as you entered your class, Lorenzo stopped following you. He found a private area to get out of his invisibility cloak, and stayed there, in silence, thinking of you. The scent that trailed behind as you walked, the curl in your hair, the slightest of light ombré, the mark on your neck, the way you held your bag to your side as if you were expecting a burglar to come and swipe it right off of you, the way you twiddled your fingers as some sort of habit, every small detail.. he memorized. It was unusual for him to be so invested in another person, and the fact you’re a guy was still baffling him. How could someone be so perfect? Your face perfectly symmetrical, your lips a hint of rose mixed with brown, your skin clear. Lorenzo made his way to class and tried his best not to have the image of you constantly flickering in his mind, but it was just too difficult. He spent all day dreaming of you, what you were wearing, what style you had your hair in, he still remembered your scent, as if it was lingering in the air. That night he dreamed of you, near the water under the sheltering of forest trees, the light shining on your body, the way the rays went across your face. He woke up in a sweat, still, the image of only you. He wasn’t just intrigued, he was obsessed.
The night has not passed, and Lorenzo can’t seem to fall back asleep. He wonders if you’d be up for a chat in the middle of the night, but he clearly snaps out of that delusion. Hours pass, and Lorenzo can think of nothing but you in a robe, under the moonlight.. slowly undressin- he stops his wondering mind. Since his body seems to reject sleep, the only thing he can think of is seeing you, now.
Lorenzo sneaks out of his dorm, out the common room, and into the hall. He makes his way out into the night, and sneaks out a broom from the quidditch tents. Flying through the windows of the Ravenclaw dorms, he searches for your face. Gliding through the night breeze, Lorenzo comes to a halt just outside your window, your face glistening under the shine of the stars and moon caught his attention swiftly. He makes his way towards the windowsill, hops off his broom, and just admires you from outside. Your scent stronger than before, your body just a few feet away, your touch almost in reach. The problem? there’s a barrier of glass in between you and him. Being so close drives him crazy, not being able to feel you makes him go mad.. his obsession grew stronger and stronger. He spent the rest of the night outside your window, just laying his eyes on you gave him enough energy. When morning came he waited patiently at your door under the disguise of his invisibility cloak
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Morning comes and another day if classes dawns upon you, as much as you love high scores, something in you yearns for an extra 13 hours of sleep. After putting yourself together, you make your way towards the door when you feel that uneasy sensation from yesterday.. you dare not even do so much as touch the door let alone the handle. Your mind began making up excuses but you knew it was no coincidence. Your roommates make their way past you and out the door, and you come to the realization that no one was there, but you still feel it, as the door swung open you felt the sensation grow stronger. As if it was right in your face. You managed to muster up enough courage to make it out the door, but you were running late because even the act of taking a step forward took you a whole ten minutes. Sprinting down the halls you can’t help but wonder what was creeping up on you, and why it was doing it- never mind that, you’re running late on the second day of the new semester!
———-———-———-———-———-———-Just as you made it to class, the slightest bit of sweat forming on your forehead, you manage to embarrass yourself once again. Professor Sinistra shoots an unpleased glare right at you, and orders you to take your seat next to Fred Weasley. It just so happens that Lorenzo makes it into class not that later than you, of course you knew of Lorenzo, who he was, what he looked like, but this whole new look of his really caught your eye. A few minutes in, and you find yourself making constant glances towards Lorenzo, when finally you catch him glancing at you. A wave of embarrassment comes across your entire body, and you avert your gaze elsewhere, hoping he didn’t see the flustered state you were in. You try to make another sneak peek, but he’s stilling looking your way, eyes locked on you. You met his gaze with a sense of satisfaction, you stared into each other eyes. Time seemed to pass by, and your eyes stayed lock, your looks intertwining, your gaze full of curiosity and wonder.. his? Pure hunger. He craved your touch, he wanted to feel your skin against his, his head between your thighs, his hands wanted nothing more than to explore your body, he needs to hear your voice, hear you whisper his name, hear you yell his name, to touch your lips would be nothing but a luxury, but to kiss them with an aggressive passion would make him feel full.
Class is dismissed, and you gathered your things faster than everyone. Just as you were about to leave, a hand gently grabs your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.
You turn around to see Lorenzo, his eyes fixated of your lips.
| y/n!! : “oh, hey Lorenzo. Do you need something”
| Lorenzo: “oh nothing, maybe.. just your name?”
| y/n!! : “we’ve been classmates for five years, you don’t know my name?”
You reply, teasing him. Although your conversation is shirt, you notice that there’s a slight hesitation in Lorenzo’s words. His body is vibrating, as if he’s caught a cold. Although you never spoke, you weren’t just going to let this conversation go by without asking if he’s okay or not.
| y/n!! : “Hey, uhm.. are you alright? You’re shivering!”
Out of habit, you reach for his forehead with the back of your hand, switching to the front. Not moments later you catch yourself in a state of embarrassment, you haven’t known this man, let alone spoke to him in the entire years you’ve been classmates and you’re already lying your palm on his face? The literal nerve.
Lorenzo switches his gaze from your lips to your eyes, waiting a few moments before speaking
| Lorenzo: “well.. didn’t know we were touching each other, maybe ask me out first?”
# His tone is cheeky, his lips curving into a grin. What he said makes you flustered, you scramble on your words trying to think of what to say, but the realization that you are almost late to yet another class hits you in the head like an anchor
| y/n!! : “oh merlin, i’m so sorry but i really have to get going, i can’t be late again!”
Without giving Lorenzo a chance to properly say goodbye, you rush out the door and into the hallway.
Lorenzo’s point of view~>
Just as class was dismissed, he noticed you were in a rush to leave for next class. Quickly as he could, he managed to catch you just before you were about to head straight out the door.
*insert previous conversation*
Your palm was on his head, your touch was just inches away from his lips, a few feet apart from each other he could practically smell your honey shampoo. He couldn’t move, his thoughts clouded, all he could think of was your face, the way your eyes widened slightly, your eye brows furrowed, his head was spinning with frustration. He wasn’t in denial anymore, he didn’t just like you, he needed you.
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The next day
———-———-———-———-———-———- Classes were over and the first weekend of the semester was here! You felt the need to socialize so you head to the common room where you meet Luna on her way out, you ask to join but she kindly decline, stating that your energy is too tense to be where she’s headed. You brushed it off, and decided to just take a day to yourself. Just as you were off to black lake, sketchbook in hand, Lorenzo bumps into you, taking your sketch book right our your hands.
| y/n!! : “hey! that’s mine, give it back-“
you froze, your words cut off. The sight of Berkshire made your mind just freeze, but only for a moment.
| y/n!! : “please, give me my sketchbook Lorenzo.”
| Lorenzo: “A sketch book, huh? I don’t know what all the fuss is about, i just wanna see what’s inside, pretty.”
| y/n!! : “my name is y/n, not pretty. Just please give it back”
Ignoring your wishes, Lorenzo opens up to right on a page of him. You had perfectly sketched his every feature, even took the time to add his beauty marks. You froze with humiliation, expecting him to be weirded out, but his entire mood shifted. The warmth you felt radiate from Lorenzo felt dimmer, almost familiar.. no, it was familiar. The feeling of darkness returned, it was bouncing off of Lorenzo’s very gaze towards you. You took a few steps back, slightly curious as well as scared. Lorenzo steps forward, his chest on yours, he leans down putting his lips on the ridge of your ears.
| Lorenzo: “god, you have no idea how insane you drive me..”
his voice low, and tender. He leans back with his eyes shooting stars into yours. He craved the touch of your lips, but he knew it was too soon. With hesitation, he walks away, your sketchbook still in his hands.
