Hell I am jealous. | Hogwarts, 1997.

You and Riddle were known for hating eachother. Always pulling pranks on eachother, whether it's either dangerous or harmless. Once, he dropped a whole bucket of sticky honey onto your head. It was a really sticky mess, and unforgettable memory.

Today was the day of the first Quidditch game of the season, Gryffindor and Slytherin. You were one of the beaters, and probably one of the best players on the team. But unfortunately, your team lost, due to some.. issues. But it's whatever. You were in the middle of the pitch, congratulating your team, even if your team lost.

A guy, lets say about 5'10, brunette hair, and is a Gryffindor came up to you and started touching your hair without permission. You were trying to push the guy away, clearly uncomfortable. Mattheo, who was watching the whole thing came up to the both of you, towering over the both of you, envy in his eyes. He glared at the guy then at you, before he.. forcefully crashes his lips onto yours. He murmurs against your lips,

"Mine."