Riddle Me This

27

The week went on, and everyday there was a photo or article (most of the time both) of me and Mattheo. We were secretly pleased that we were front-page material, but we always acted like it annoyed the shit out of us.

We both turned out to be very good actors.

"Okay, I think that's how I'll do it. Just accio the broom into my hand, then do what I need to do," I said on Friday evening. Me and Mattheo were discussing my plan in my room, sprawled on my bed. I was leaning against the wall, and Mattheo was propped up on his elbow. 

"Good. Now, how's the couple stuff going?" Teo asked. "Everyone's buying it. Even Harry, who can usually see right through me, so I think we're doing pretty good," I said. "Well, I think it's time for one of those dates," he said, sitting up. He leaned so close to my face, and his warm breath fanned across my face. 

"And I know exactly where it should be," he said with a wink that would've sent girls fainting. "Okay. Fine. Where?" I asked, sitting on my knees. "Grab your broom," he said, getting up and taking his from the corner. I grinned.

Teeny Tiny Timeskip

"How long has it been since you went flying?" Mattheo asked as we mounted our brooms on the roof. "Well, I haven't actually touched a broom since that one night when we were escaping our detention," I said, grinning. We both laughed.

"Let's go," I said, kicking off and flying into the night. I heard Mattheo do the same, and we flew side by side. 

"I've missed this," I said, breathing in the night air. "What?" Teo asked. "Flying. The wind blowing in your face, your hair whipping around. How cold it feels. It just relaxes me," I said, closing my eyes. 

"Careful. You might fall off," Teo said, reaching over to poke me in the side. I yelped and nearly fell off. "Teo!" I yelled, turning my broom in his direction. Our steady, relaxing flying turned into a race. 

"Teo, we're gonna get seen by someone, and then we're gonna get detention!" I said between laughs. "If we're caught, I'll just tell them that it's your fault," Mattheo called. "It was your fucking idea!" I yelled. 

"Why are you screaming if you're so scared about being caught after curfew?" he teased behind me. I slowed down, making him slow down beside me, and we went back to my favorite peaceful flying. 

"Because I don't want another detention on my already spotted record," I said. "No surprises there," Mattheo said. I shoved him, but he was already anticipating this, and dodged my arm. I tumbled over and was hanging upside down on my broom. 

Mattheo laughed as I felt all of the blood in my body flow to my face. "Help me up," I ordered. "How can I do that when I'm hanging upside down too?" he asked. I looked to find him hanging, like me. I laughed. 

"You know, if someone actually sees us, they'll just think that we're crazy," I said. "We are. Well, at least I'm some kind of sane," he said. I glared at him. 

"Your glaring isn't so bad when your face is all red," he remarked. I tried to flip myself right side up on the broom with no success. Mattheo laughed at my struggling, then eventually reached over and pulled on my arm and pushed me back up my my ass.

"That's sacred ground, Riddle," I said, whipping up and glaring down my fake boyfriend. He just (adorably, but annoyingly) grinned up at me. I reached down and pulled him up. I pushed him on his chest to get him in the right position. 

He touched my hand, which was on his heart. I felt it beating right under my fingers. Rapidly.

I grinned at him, and he returned with a sweet smile. He reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear. I gripped my broom and swung my leg over onto his broom. His fingers trailed into my hair, pulling me into him. 

My body melted into the kiss. Our chests touched, and warmth coursed through our bodies. My arms wrapped around his neck, and my elbows rested on his shoulders. My hands were in his hair. 

"I thought I had the hair, you had the neck," he said on my lips. "We never agreed on that," I said. "Well, we shoulder straighten that out now," he said, leaning away. 

I know that usually, the girls pull away to make the guy pull her back, but Mattheo seemed to be trying that out, so I pulled him to my chest, and our lips connected again. His arms moved from my hair and moved down to my waist. 

The contact sent tingles through me, and I wondered if my touch caused the same sensation through him. All of the sudden, I remembered that this was all supposed to be fucking fake.