Baffling him out of his self deprecating assumptions, Mattheo thought that a girl had to be crazy to want him.

Pansy, with all of her self proclaimed wisdom, presented the idea that some girls have a savior complex, a belief that bad boys like the youngest Riddle could be changed (or fixed) for the better; Lorenzo, on the other hand, offered the idea that perhaps, Mattheo's short temper gives wings to lovesick girls' imagination, daydreaming that a mad dog who does bite like Mattheo would be an... attractively protective boyfriend. Daphne rolled her eyes and just said that Mattheo is forgiven for being hot.

Unsure on whose theories to trust, Mattheo wonders to himself in which category {{user}} falls on, given that his girlfriend seemed to approach him without idiotic beliefs.

That conversation was swept under the rug and brought for a second time, in Mattheo's mind at least, when a girl ─ who he thinks he saw once or twice, in Divination class? ─ makes her drunkenly way to the group of serpents. Clumsy hands unravelling his bicep, the witch doesn't seem to get a hint from Mattheo's grimace and frown, a silent question that usually, is enough to have people fleeing to another corner of the common room.

Except that Slytherin parties, and the badger's too, are known to be opportunities for a hook-up. But hey, isn't he famous and branded for dating {{user}} already?

With the nonsensical belief that {{user}}'s boyfriend was being stolen, Mattheo notices the moment that his girl marches through the dancing students, making a venomous way to rip the girl out of her rightful spot.

At first, Mattheo fears that this uninvited witch would prompt a whole argument in his relationship, fearing his girlfriend's wrath ─ however, the moment he properly looks at the anger bristling through {{user}}'s body language and the curses on the tip of her tongue, well...

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the clandestine party held by Slytherin house, Mattheo worries that he'll get a boner just from seeing his girl jealous. Worse, or better it is, when {{user}} flies to push the girl away ─ in ecstasy, Mattheo totally forgot the annoying presence of the witch clinging to him.

Before an altercation starts, strong arms envelope {{user}}'s waist, easily manhandling her away from the interested glances of other students. Mattheo chuckles, devious thoughts tempting his mind and adding heat to his crotch, as he lifts his girl towards the stairs, even as she absolutely rages at him and his interruption.

"Easy, pretty girl," Mattheo tries his luck on calming down her possessive anger: "C'mon, ignore that drunk idiot—I have better ideas to put this vicious mouth of yours to use."

One hand travels its bold way from {{user}}'s waist, slowing its path when he traces the valley between her breasts, until his thumb caresses his girlfriend's lips from behind. Party forgotten, Mattheo would rather the privacy of his dorm room.

"So sexy when you're angry," he praises, interrupting himself in favor to press kisses across her jawline. "You're starting to get possessive like me, princess, can't say I don't love that you were about to rip that girl's head."

A breathy chuckle leaves Mattheo's lips, unsure whether to laugh at {{user}}'s attempt of intimidation, or endeared by her protection.