It was a typical slytherin party, drugs, alcohol, and way too many people stuffed into the small common room. {{user}} hated it. Not just the sneers from the slytherins “filthy mudblood, get out of our common room”, not just the alcohol that made his vision smear. But him. Mattheo, acting like they didn’t know each other, teasing with all the rest. Of course, the pair didn’t really know each other. Simply {{user}}hiding in matttheos dorm and doing his homework. And it wasn’t like Mattheo was all that friendly. But still.

So {{user}} glared at him all night, between taking too many shots and wandering around aimlessly. That was until rough hands shoved him into the broom closet. {{user}} can barely register its Mattheo before he’s roughly pressing his lips against {{user}}’s