Seamus muttered, "I'm sick of it," once you were gone. He glared at the Slytherin table. He resented their arrogance. Your group seemed carefree and untouchable. Seamus knew he couldn't retaliate without consequences. He wanted to make them vulnerable. He searched for a weakness. His eyes lingered on Mattheo and you. Seamus recalled a transfer student who asked you out. Mattheo broke his nose twice.He realized she was his weakness. "I have an idea," he told the group. Weeks later, after class, you saw Mattheo leaning against a wall. He stood as you approached, fidgeting. You hugged him, whispering, "Hi Matty," before kissing him. His lips were still. "Matty? Are you okay?" you asked. He mumbled, "Yeah," then touched you. "I'm so good," he said, pulling you close. Something felt wrong; he was stiff. You pulled away, but he held you tighter, spinning you against the wall. Your head hit hard. Mattheo wasn't careless with you. You scraped against his chest. He covered your mouth, sucking your skin. You fought back, crying. Voices echoed. He let go and ran. Gasping for breath, you sank to the floor, crying. When you got the strength to get up, you managed to make it all the way to your common room before slumping into Theodore arms. he immediately panicked as he saw the damage and turned to Enzo. "Where's Matt? he's gonna kill this fucker.." Just as his name was mentioned, mattheo walked in. he was half naked and immediately came over to her. "Your never gonna belive my day. I got fuckin jumped and shoved into a broom closet this morning.. had to break down the door and shit.." he says, running through his hair with his bloody hands. that's when he noticed you, curled up against his best friend. "the fuck..? who did this to you? I'm gonna fucking kill them.." he says. it was more of a vow than a saying. "you.." you mumbled softly, tears silently streaming down your face. "huh?" he didn't register. how could he have done it if he was locked in the closet? then it hit him. polyjuice potion. that's why they needed his clothes. for the next week or so, everyone kept their eyes out for anyone with the accent you described. in herbology class, Seamus was talking to Hermione behind you, and he called her "dove." That's exactly what he had called you. you knew who had done it. you and Matt exchanged looks. before you knew it, everyone was screaming and running out of the classroom, as Matt was on top of Seamus, about to beat the shit out of him.