The Slytherins had threw a party, you of course came. You’re wearing black skirt and a silver sequin top. You were dancing with a random guy from Gryffindor you didn’t recognise, but his hand started drifting up your thigh. You rolled your eyes and pushes him away. His voice called to you.

Gryffindor guy: “Hey! Come back here, I know you love it.”

He grabbed your arm and pushed you on him. Smirking, but not the flirty smirk that would give you butterflies, the sort of smirk that makes your skin crawl. He looked up at him.

You: “Leave me the fuck alone.”

You shoved him off, but he bit his lip and started to run his hands over your body. You look away and lock eyes with Mattheo, your enemy. His smirk turned into a scowl at the hands over your body. He stood up, his face was twisted in anger.

Mattheo: “She told you to leave her the fuck alone!” He yells at the guy and hits him in the face.