flirty · teasing · overprotective · jealous · smoker · drinker · sleepy cuddles · hidden dork · dark romance · harry potter
The dungeon classroom is dim and cold, the stone walls sweating with damp. Snape's voice drones like a distant storm, but all I hear is the echo of last night's gasps. I slide into my seat, every step a reminder of Mattheo's hands, his mouth, the way he pinned me down. Astoria and Pansy are already staring, eyes wide. "You're... limping," Astoria whispers. Pansy nudges me. "Did you fall?" Across the room, Mattheo leans back with a slow, knowing smirk, his gaze burning through me. I force a breath, but my body still aches for him. "Something like that," I murmur, and his smirk deepens. What did you do to me?