The Slytherin common room was a haven of warmth and coziness, its atmosphere a stark contrast to the chill of the evening air outside.
Flickering flames danced in the grand fireplace, casting a soft, glow over the green and silver room.
The plush, green velvet sofas and armchairs, mixed with intricate silver embroidery, invited relaxation.
Students lounged around, engrossed in their own conversations and studies, their voices a low murmur that mingled with the crackle of the fire.
I sat on one of the sofas, my excitement evident despite my calm demeanor.
my eyes gaze to the clock on the wall, noting the approaching hour, The anticipation had been building, a thrilling knot in my chest.
As I looked up from my book, Mattheo entered the room, his presence almost magnetic.
He was wearing a black hoodie, with jeans and his curls looked perfect rather than the usual mess.
"Ready for our little adventure?" he asked, leaning casually against the armrest of the sofa where I sat.
I looked up at him, my eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement.
"Absolutely. I've been dying to know what you've planned," I smiled brightly at him, I couldn't contain my excitement.
Mattheo's smile widened, and a glint of mystery sparkled in his eyes. "Well, you'll just have to be patient a little longer. Trust me, it's worth it."
My grin grew even wider, unable to contain my enthusiasm.
He extended his hand towards me, and I took it with a mix of excitement and trust.
His fingers were warm against the cool evening air, and as we stepped out of the common room, I felt a thrill of anticipation.
come to think of it this was the first time I've held his hands and to my surprise they were super soft and warm, not what I had imagined.
I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as I looked our our hands and quickly look straight ahead as we walked, but I couldn't help the smile on my face and I could feel Mattheo looking at me too.
The corridors of Hogwarts were quiet and still, a serene contrast to the usual bustling activity.
We walked side by side, our footsteps echoing softly on the stone floor. The chill of the night air greeted us as we stepped outside, and I pulled my coat tighter around myself.
The snow crunched beneath our feet, the ground sparkling faintly in the moonlight. The sky was a deep indigo, scattered with stars that twinkled like distant diamonds.
Mattheo guided me towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The trees stood dark and imposing against the night sky, their branches casting long, eerie shadows.
The path we followed was narrow and winding, with low-hanging branches occasionally brushing against us.
After a brisk walk that seemed to stretch forever in the cold, the path opened up, revealing a small, secluded cliff.
My breath caught in my throat as I stepped onto the snowy edge.
Before me lay a breathtaking panorama: Hogwarts Castle, majestic and illuminated, stood proudly in the distance, while the village of Hogsmede was a smattering of warm, golden lights below.
The cliff was adorned with delicate fairy lights, their soft, twinkling glow casting a magical sheen over the snow and the landscape before us.
"This is incredible," I breathed, my voice barely more than a whisper.
My eyes widened with awe as I took in the sweeping view of the castle and the village below.
"How did you find this place?" I quickly asked turning to look at him, his brown eyes were already staring at me and I couldn't help but get lost in them, for the first time I saw his walls down and not partially but all the way down.
Mattheo's smile broadened, clearly pleased with my reaction. He settled onto the snow-covered ground and gently guided me to sit beside him.
"I come here a lot when I need to think or just escape for a bit. It's a special place for me, and I thought it would be nice to share it with you," I could tell this place meant a lot to him, I'm glad he had something like this during these times, something that will let him escape from his thoughts, with an image in front of him that reminded him of what home is, in the castle in front of us where all our friends were probably sleeping by now, the teachers that were hard on us but deep down they truly just care.
well minus Dumbledore fuck that bitch.
He reached into his bag and pulled out a couple of blankets, their fabric warm and inviting. With practiced ease, he spread them out on the snow. The blankets were soft and thick, providing a cozy contrast to the chilly ground.
"It's not too cold tonight," Mattheo said, settling onto one of the blankets and patting the space beside him, "but these should make things a bit more comfortable."
I sat down beside him, wrapping myself in one of the blankets.
The warmth of the fabric combined with the gentle glow of the fairy lights created an intimate cocoon.
The snow beneath us crunched softly as we shifted, but the blankets kept us snug and warm.
As we sat together, the view around us seemed to deepen in its enchantment. The fairy lights flickered gently, casting a soft, ethereal glow that mingled with the starlight above. The distant sound of the wind rustling through the trees created a soothing backdrop to our quiet conversation.
"This is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen," I said softly, turning to Mattheo with a smile of pure contentment.
"Thank you for sharing it with me," I leaned my head against his shoulder and he automatically wrapped his arm around me.
Mattheo's expression softened, his eyes reflecting the gentle light of the fairy lights.
"I'm glad you like it. It's nice to share something special with someone," the way he spoke sounded like he wanted to say more, how he just cut himself off at the end but I didn't care whatever he had to say he could say on his own time.
We sat in comfortable silence, our breaths forming little clouds in the cold night air.
The serenity of the moment wrapped around us, and for a while, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.
The fairy lights continued to twinkle, and the view of Hogwarts and Hogsmede stretched out before us—a magical tapestry of light and shadow that seemed to hold the promise of countless adventures yet to come.
after a while I felt him shift and suddenly I was cold, I assume he was too because he got up and walked over to some make shift fireplace?
I could tell he had been here recently since the wood looked freshly burned, he took out his wand and muttered a spell and immediately the wood went up in flames.
almost instantly I could feel the heat warming up my body, I moved closer tot he fire and mattheo sat back down his arm going right around me.
"look.." he began speaking his voice quiet, I looked at him confused as he took a deep breath and looked at me whatever he was about to say I could tell he was nervous.
"I'm bad at this stuff and quite honestly have no idea how this stuff works or any idea what I'm doing. I'm not going to say I won't mess up along the way, but one thing I can promise is I won't hurt you Tessa, you're by far the best thing and only good thing that's ever happened to me I never knew what is was like to be loved but you have shown me in so many different ways in the past two months and I can't imagine a life without you.. I guess what I'm trying to say is will you be with me.. like officially?" I was grinning from ear to ear by the time he was finished and I held his hand in hopes to calm his nerves.
"yes, of course!" I spoke with gentle enthusiasm my heart bursting out of my chest.
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When we got back to my room pansy wasn't there which I already knew she was probably off somewhere with Draco, but before I could even say anything I felt Mattheo grab me and pull me into his chest.
I let out a very small gasp from the contact and looked up at him, his eyes dark and filled with desire.
we spoke without words both of our eyes telling each other what we wanted.
without another second Mattheo gently grabbed my face pulling me in for a kiss, it was rough but also intimate.
my hands snuck their way up into his hair tangling them through his curls, both of us fighting for dominance in the kiss.
I broke him winning in the battle, "jump," he muttered and I did.
he held me up carrying me over to the bed and laying me gently on it, he began kissing me on my cheek then my jaw and then my neck, my stomach fluttered as he planted kisses all over my face I couldn't help but grin.
I knew I had broken through his cold stone exterior and finally found my way into his heart, he was showing me every side of him and in this moment all of the doubts I had in the back of my mind were gone.
no one else existed but him.
His hands found their way under my dress shirt and he began rubbing them up and down my bare stomach sending goosebumps all over body, he pressed his body against mine and brought his lips back to mine this time kissing me a bit more aggressive.
I was hungry, its been two months I needed him all of him.
I felt his bulge growing inside of my pants and my cheeks flushed at the feeling against me.
"Matt.." I whispered, out of breath, "I need you."
I felt him pause and break the kiss looking at me his eyes filled with lust, I knew what he wanted to I also knew he had been waiting for the right time and in my opinion this was the perfect time, everything was right.
"are you sure?" he panted moving his hair out of his face.
I licked my lips biting them softly as I nodded, letting out a small hum.
"fuck I've waited so long for this," he hissed and began unbuttoning my shirt despite the aggression in his voice the way his hands moved were soft and gentle.
he tossed my shirt to the side and brought his lips to my stomach his hands on my waist as he placed small kisses, as he worked his way up my stomach he used both of his hands cupping both of my breast in them and messaged them, I let out a small moan at the contact my hips raising against his waist.
he looked up at me and smirked shaking his head, "always so needy, patience love," he voice was deep and raspy sending chills down my spine, I rolled my eyes playfully at his words.
"shut up and get to work, lover boy," I teased my voice slightly harsh to let him know I was also being serious.
"yes m'am," he replied, he began kissing down my stomach sucking here and there leaving one or two marks along the way.
I could feel the heat between my thighs get stronger as he made his way to my waistline, he paused looking up at me and I just nodded before laying my head back.
he pulled off skirt leaving me in only my underwear, "fuck you're soaked right through," he growled.
he began rubbing in between my thighs and leaving hickeys all over the inside of my thighs, I let out a gasp followed by a moan.
without a warning he started rubbing in-between my folds his finger sliding up down. "fuck," I mutter letting out a soft moan as he began rubbing my clit in gentle motions.
I played beside him panting, "that was, you're incredible wow," I breathed out letting a small chuckle leave my lips.
"you were perfect," he breathed out pushing his hair out of his face and looking over at me with a smile.
(I'm not writing graphic smut you freaks)
his phone buzzed beside him and he looked at it reading the notification his face contorted as he read what I assume was a message, "Theo messaged me he said he needs me in our dorm asap and that its important, ill go check on him and be right back I promise," he kissed my forehead and put on his clothes once he got up.
"that's okay I'll be here when you get back," I whispered and gave him a small reassuring smile.
"I'll make it quick, promise," he said quickly before giving me another kiss on my lips and rushing out my room.
I let out a contented sigh as I gazed up at the ceiling, a wide, blissful grin spreading across my face.
The evening had been nothing short of magical—Mattheo was incredible, and everything felt like it was falling perfectly into place. I
savored the warmth of the moment, feeling as if the universe had conspired to create this perfect night for me throughout all the chaos like it knew I needed this.
I decided that a soothing bath would be the perfect way to unwind before Mattheo returned.
I rose from the bed and made my way to the washroom, the soft hum of happiness still lingering in my chest.
I turned on the tap, letting the water run until it was comfortably warm.
The gentle steam began to fill the room as I poured lavender bubble soap into the tub. I swirled the water with my hand, watching the bubbles start to form and multiply, their scent a promise of relaxation.
Sitting on the edge of the toilet lid, I watched the tub slowly fill up, the water rising and mingling with the lavender-scented bubbles.
The comforting sound of the water was soothing, and I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the peaceful ambiance envelop me.
Then, my phone buzzed loudly, breaking the calm. My heart skipped a beat as I rushed over to it, hoping to see Mattheo's name on the screen. Instead, it was a message from Theo, his words stark and urgent:
"Where's Matt? He was supposed to be at my dorm 10 minutes ago. Is he with you?"
A cold, creeping sense of panic gripped me.
My initial instinct was to dismiss it—maybe Mattheo had just gotten held up, distracted by something in the common room.
I tried to convince myself that it was nothing serious. But as I stared at the message, a sinking feeling settled in my stomach.
I didn't want to wait to find out if something was wrong. I slipped into my shoes quickly, the warmth and serenity of the evening dissolving into a growing sense of urgency. I headed for the door, my heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and hope that everything was fine.
The moment I stepped outside, a firm hand grabbed my arm.
My instincts screamed to fight back, to punch and kick my way free, but the grip tightened painfully around my throat.
Panic surged through me, a raw, primal fear that choked off any attempt to scream.
My vision began to blur as the hand constricted further, the world around me narrowing into a tunnel of dimming light.
Everything happened in a quick flash of a blur. I felt myself being dragged backwards, my struggle growing weaker as the pressure around my throat made it hard to breathe. The last coherent thought that flickered through my mind was a desperate plea for help, but it was swallowed by the overwhelming sense of helplessness.
In the chaos, I was pulled into my room, and before I could grasp what was happening, I felt a sudden, wrenching shift—a sensation of being pulled through space.
My surroundings shifted rapidly, the familiar setting of my dorm replaced whoever the person was apperhated us to a cold, unyielding space of concrete.
I was thrown onto the ground, my body hitting the hard floor with a jarring impact. The last thing I remember before everything went black was the harshness of the concrete beneath me and the fading echo of the world as darkness enveloped me completely.
The comforting bath, the perfect evening—everything dissolved into the black void, replaced by a chilling uncertainty and a deep, gnawing fear that gripped my heart.