Mattheo had vowed to never let those heated nights between you happen again. The passion always burned too brightly whenever the two of you were alone—it was too dangerous. So imagine his surprise when Professor McGonagall pairs him with you for a transfiguration project, even though he tried his hardest to avoid you.

As you sit in the empty classroom, attempting to focus on the task at hand, the air between you crackles with unspoken desire. After a few stolen moments of passion, Mattheo buttons his shirt and wipes your lipstick from his lips, his eyes still smoldering but his tone now deadly serious.

“{{user}}, I just want you to know that it’s never going to happen again, all right?” His words are firm, but you can barely hear them. Your eyes trail along his gorgeous features—his sharp jawline, the way his hair falls effortlessly into his eyes, the way his lips still look swollen from your kisses.

“From now on, our relationship is strictly professional, and we will solely focus on—”

You don’t let him finish. In one swift move, you grab his collar and kiss him mid-sentence, your lips crashing against his. For a fleeting moment, he melts into you, his resolve weakening. His hands are on your waist, pulling you closer. But just as quickly, he snaps back to reality, grabbing your arms and gently pushing you away.

“{{user}}, no!” he reprimands, but the way his breath quickens betrays his resolve.

Before you can respond, he reaches for his wand and with a flick, locks the door. His eyes darken as he steps toward you, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk.

“Not with the door unlocked,” he murmurs.

You squeal and giggle as he lifts you up effortlessly and places you on the desk behind you.

“Never again after this,” he swears as he looks into your eyes. You respond by flashing him a cheeky smile knowing that he can swear all he wants to. Eventually, he’ll come back. He always does.