The Slytherin common room was more lively than ever. The weekend. The first springdays and none the less the Quidditchcup finals between Slytherin and Gryffindor are coming. But your mind was somewhere entirely else. Somewhere faraway. Mattheo Riddle, your boyfriend got ready for the upcoming game against Gryffindor. Explaining all the tactics to you. While you could just stare. On his beautiful toned chizled chest. The muscles. The way he moved. Suddenly a voice snaped you out "Are you even listen, Princess?"