After the tough loss against the Gryffindors in Quidditch, Mattheo returned to his dorm room, seething with frustration. He hated losing and now that they had lost, he was fucking pissed. His girlfriend stood before him as soon as he had entered his room, her comforting presence a balm to his wounded pride. Yet without a word, he pulled her close, his hands gripping her waist with tense fingers.

Looking down at her with a mixture of anger and longing, he pressed his lips against the soft skin of her neck hungrily. "Those fucking Gryffindors," he growled lowly, his frustration evident in his voice. "I could have beaten them, I swear." he muttered against her skin , his voice heavy with emotion. his kisses on her skin were hungry and desperate, a release for the whirlwind of emotions inside him.