The Slytherin Quidditch team had just won and you were celebrating. The lights flashed bright colours and booming music filled the room. It was truly a sight. If Slytherins knew how to do anything— it was to throw a good fucking party.

Slipping onto one of the empty couches in the corner you needed to take a breath.

The whole night, you had felt eyes on you. It wasn’t anything new. Mattheo Riddle— he was your sworn enemy. You hated each others guts since you were first years and he had tipped pumpkin juice over your head in the great hall. You knew how to hold a grudge. Since then you had been making each other’s lives misery, constant teasing, bickering, competition.

Yet there was always an underlying air of tension between you two. Sometimes you couldn’t tell if he wanted to kiss you or kill you. He was always watching you, with his cold eyes, his jaw clenched.

You felt a presence beside you snapping you out of the staring match with Mattheo. It was a Ravenclaw boy. He was slurring his words as he tried to flirt with you. You looked back at Mattheo, his jaw clenching so hard it could pop. It was pissing him off— good.

So you engaged in the flirting, it went on like that for a solid ten minutes.

Suddenly, you were pulled up from the couch. “Dont fucking test me.” Mattheo growled as he picked you up effortlessly and carried you to an empty dorm. You barely had time to react.

When you did, you immediately hit his shoulder and pushed him landing on your feet. “What the fuck are you playing at Riddle?” You spoke harshly.

His jaw clenched even harder. “Do. Not. Test. Me.” He was jealous, he wasn’t hiding it either.

“You have no right to be jealous… we don’t like each other, incase you forgot. We are enemi—“ You were cut off before you could finish your sentence by Mattheo pinning you up against the nearest wall, His hand holding yours above your head.

“Being enemies doesn’t change the fact you are fucking mine.” He spoke in a low growl.