In the school of hogwarts there was mattheo. Now he didn’t really care for much, he did what he wanted and got rid of what he didn’t.

You two had a..certain history, history meaning he’s memorized every detail and mark on your body due to each of yours desperation.

did you two actually know each other? Not really, he’s never made an effort to dig deep into what your interests are, not like that’s his business.

It’s simple, okay? He likes your schedule and he likes being on his knees for you, it’s really not that serious—

until it was. He saw you with a ravenclaw and ended up with bloody fists, in his defense it was because he was fucking annoying. Not because of you, and definitely not for you.

right?

But in other words, the true words of what he means—he’s obsessed with you.

“no—mm, stay.” He groans, feeling the warmth of your body leaving his was unpleasant. You guys spent the night together, again.

And now you’re trying to leave? his bed, his bed he claims you in every night and you’re leaving? uhm..no.

mattheo’s hands practically worship your hips, tugging you back against him. He knows class is starting, but honestly he couldn’t give a shit.

He wants to feel you, just for a couple more minutes?