Charlotte has been a bit odd lately, but she's back to normal, at least is what it seems like, like before all this, I got my bestfriend back, but now the only remaining is Matthew.

I have to admit, Draco is not wrong at all, Matthew was being a bit of a coward by ignoring me, by avoiding facing me, I know he's here in the school, but he does his very best not to find me, but he can't do that forever.

I've thought about knocking on his door dorm, but the chances of him opening it for me were, quite low, and I wouldn't break in, and he knows that.

Classes with Umbridge have been extremely boring, despite the fact that I still want to tell her some good things, everytime she does that little smile of her, towards me.

Me and Charlotte went to Potions class, the last one for the day, this day has been exhausting enough for only a day, and I can't wait for it to be over.

"Who of you can tell me, what is the purpose, to brew a Draught of Peace?" Snape asked firmly to the class, as he was standing in the middle of the classroom.

Hermione imediatly raised her hand, but Snape, waited for someone else to raise their hands, but no one did, which let him frustrated when he had to let Hermione answer.

"It relieves anxiety and agitation, it should be a turquoise blue when finished and shimmered before anyone consume it." She said firmly.

"Yes, and this specific concoction, usually comes up at your Ordinary Wizarding Level, so I reckon you to be focused." He said, walking towards his desk full of ingredients and a cauldron, on top of it.

I tried to keep my attention on Snape most of the time, but many times my gaze drove by itself by the deep feeling of grey eyes burning on my skin.

I caught him looking at me, many times, he didn't looked away when saw me noticing him, instead, he locked our gazes together.

For a few seconds, I wasn't in this classroom, with the old smell of this antiquated classroom, and musty ingredients, I was back at the Astronomy Tower, with him, only him, stargazing, his astonishing grey eyes being illuminated by the dazzling stars, making me get lost within the river in them.

But all that vanished away, when I heard my name being called, and bringing me to the real world, where we are just two souls among a billion others.

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In the dinner, my gaze went all over the Great Hall, trying to see Matthew as soon as I sat down, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, while eating, I felt someone sat in front of me, but when I looked up, I was surprised by who my eyes were witnessing.

It wasn't Matthew but Draco.

I didn't said anything in the first seconds he had sat down in front of me, trying to see if I was dreaming or not, and why is he here.

"What are you doing?" I asked softly, as his gaze was locked with mine, all the time since I looked up at him.

"You need to find new friends, Blackwell." He said firmly. "Besides, Pansy doesn't stop speaking of herself just because she's a prefect with me." He said showing annoyance in his words.

"You're a prefect?" I asked, raising my eyebrowns.

"Blackwell..." He took a deep breath. "I can't deny how disappointed I am for your ignorance over your own house." He said firmly, but with a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Yeah, you're perhaps right, but I just have been too worried about more important things that knowing who is our new prefect." I said softly, eating a piece of my food.

"How's your mother by the way." He asked locking his gaze with mine again.

"I don't know she hasn't write yet." I said calmly, leaving a odd silence place itself between us.

"How's your hand?" He asked after a few seconds of silence, and his gaze went to my left hand, and grabbed it gently.

"It's better, thank you." I said, as he gently, rubbed his fingers on the top of the letters that still remained craved on my skin, and then slowly locked his gaze with mine.

Losted in each others eyes, ignoring all the noises in the room, my attention on his eyes, and the soft feeling of his fingers tracing the skin of my hand.

"Why are you so tense, Blackwell?" He asked, with a smirk on his lips, but before I can say something, a voice cuts me off.

"Draco!" Pansy shouted, but not enough to break our eye contact, but I could feel her footsteps getting closer to us. "Draco, what are you doing here, come back to our side." Pansy said, but he didn't dared to break rhe strong eye contact with me. "And what are you doing with her?" She said in a disgusted way.

"Not now, Pansy." He said firmly, ignoring her presence here.

"What are you talking about? Come on." She said firmly, and tried to grabb his shoulder, but he shoved her hand off, and, frustrated, looked at her.

"I said, not now, Parkinson." He said angrily at her.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance, and walked away after sending me a disgusted look.

He turned back to the front, but this time we didn't stared at each other, and just went back to eat.

"Lara?" I heard a male voice calling my name.

I lift my head, to look up at Matthew, standing next to Draco, which expression was unreadable.

"What is he doing here?" Matthew asked abruptly.

"Something wrong, Angelo?" Draco asked amused.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Matthew shouted at him, and I saw the big mistake he has just done, when I saw Draco standing up abruptly.

"How dare you?!" He said abruptly, making a death stare at Matthew, he had to lift his head a bit, due to Matthew being a bit more taller than him. "Don't you dare, tell me to shut up, ever again." He threatened.

"I do whatever I want, Malfoy, you're no one to tell me what to do, now get out of my seat." Matthew said firmly, and Draco let out a sarcastic laugh, both of them locking gazes between each other, and quickly enough, almost everyone was with their eyes on them.

"You're no one, Angelo, you think I don't know about your little father, I heard he almost killed your mother, I wonder if you're like him?" Draco said firmly, a victorious smile on his lips.

I could feel Matthew's anger boil inside his veins, he clenched his fists, holding the urge to hit Draco in the face.

"At least my father isn't a Death Eater." At this sentence, he just made all worse, Draco's smirk quickly turned into a firm line, as he punched Matthew in the face harshly, but not strong enough to make him fall.

Matthew's lip had now a cut, dripping blood, and he was about to strike back, but my voice stopped him.

"That's enough!" I shouted, standing up from my seat.

Both of them turned their gazes at me, both with anguish in their eyes, and now, I could feel all the eyes of the Great Hall in us.

"Is this how it's going to be then?" Matthew asked firmly. "I came here to apologize to you, and I find this one sit here."

"Matthew you changed, I changed, everybody changed, and you left me alone." I said.

"You'll regret this, Lara, and when you do, I'll not be-" Draco cut him off.

"She doesn't need you, Angelo." Draco shouted. "And for your good sake it's the best if you keep away from her." He threatened him, and I could say he meant every word.

"Oh yeah?! What are you going to do, Malfoy?" Matthew asked firmly.

Draco went to strike him again, but Matthew was faster, and hit him right in the face, as Draco gasped a bit of pain.

"Stop!" I yelled, but they kept on eye contact. "Matthew, I think is better if you go." I said firmly.

He shaked his head as if I'm making the worst decision in the whole world.

"Different." He whispered, repeating the words I once told him about Malfoy.

Draco kept staring at him until, he disappeared from his field of view, and runned a hand through his hair, and sat in front of me again.

I didn't said anything, I didn't wanted to argue anymore, what people had just saw was already enough embarrassment.

I stared at him, rage all over his body, as he violently cut his meat, and placed it in his mouth, chewing.

He had a cut on his face, bleeding, but I don't know if he didn't noticed it, or if he didn't even cared, either ways, I let out a deep sigh, a took my handkerchief, and wiped some of the blood on his cheek, and holded it there.

He stared at me while doing it, and I felt his rage starting to fade away from him, as he did so.

"You didn't need to do that." I said softly, looking at my hand, holding the handkerchief against his red cheek.

"Yes I did." He locked his gaze with mine.

"Well, there was no need to use violence, just look at your face." I said softly.

"Don't worry about me, Blackwell, worry about getting new friends." He said firmly.

"Either ways, thank you for eating with me." I said softly, giving him a thin smile.

He nodded, and holded the handkerchief on his own hand, our skins touching together for mere seconds, and I went back to eat my food.