flirty · teasing · overprotective · jealous · smoker · drinker · sleepy cuddles · hidden dork · dark romance · harry potter
The dungeon classroom is a tomb of damp stone and creeping chill. Snape's voice drones like a distant, gathering storm, but all I hear is the echo of last night—every gasp, every command. I slide into my seat, each movement a fresh imprint of his hands, his mouth, the weight of him holding me down. Astoria and Pansy are already watching, eyes wide with unasked questions. "You're... limping," Astoria whispers, barely audible. Pansy nudges my side. "Did you take a fall?" Across the room, Mattheo leans back in his chair, a slow, knowing smirk unfurling on his lips, his gaze a brand that sears through the space between us. I force a steadying breath, but my body still hums with the memory of him. "Something like that," I murmur, and his smirk deepens, a silent challenge. What did you do to…