I hadn't had the chance to talk to Chloe in the past few weeks. Not that I necessarily wanted to. I mean, she was a Muggle for Salazar's sake. I couldn't be interested in a Muggle. My beliefs had changed since the war, of course. I did not believe in the theory of bloody purity anymore, not that I really did in the first place. It was just the only belief I was exposed to, force fed from the youngest age.

But she was a muggle. That meant no knowledge of my world whatsoever. No connection. Nothing but physical chemistry. Albeit not speaking to her, I had felt that chemistry a few times when the whole group had gone to the pub or when the girls had spent the evening at ours. 

Whenever we crossed paths, exchanged glances or inadvertently touched. It was like electricity sparked between us, and I knew she could feel it too. She didn't show it though, neither did I for that matter. The hate act was very much in place.

I still couldn't take my mind off her. She had piqued my interest with her wit, and that kiss, it was definitely unforgettable. Her assumptions about me weren't entirely wrong. I did live off my parents' wealth. I was used to getting everything, and everyone, I wanted. But for my personality to be summarised to these details disturbed me. Especially by her.

I had observed her all week. She was bright, very bright. Reminded me of Granger on whom looking back I had a huge crush on in Hogwarts. She was witty, cynical but never unnecessarily rude. And she was ethereal. 

Her ebony black hair contrasted with her azure eyes; her pale complexion dotted with freckles. I hadn't seen an imperfection in her so far, and it made the task of pretending not to care about her even more difficult.

I stared at my phone, that interesting muggle invention, and saw it was 2 am. My mind was going in circles, replaying what had happened that evening. Zabini and Nott had decided to host a horror night and had invited the girls over to watch Midsommar. Chloe was the last one to show up after work leaving her the spot to my right as her only seating option on the sofa. 

She had flinched several times during the movie, and I had to restrain myself from looking at her reassuringly. I had just felt a constant tension between the two of us, our sides barely touching.

Before I was able to think about what I was doing, I had sent her a text.

"Hey.

Are you awake?"

"A 'u up?' text, really?"

I rolled my eyes before replying.

"Can I come down?"

"Sure"