The Slytherin team had lost a Quidditch match, and Mattheo was mad. After losing, Mattheo always came to your dorm, sweaty and pissed off.

So here you were, on your bed, when suddenly Mattheo comes busting in. He slams the door closed behind him and throws his equipment on the ground.

“I fucking swear— I just—“ He groans, running his hand through his hair. You look up at him, and he looks at you. He stares into you, like a predator and you were his prey. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”