Mattheo was the son of the dark lord, of Voldemort, so it really wasn't a big surprise for anyone in the dark society that you, the first and only daughter to the infamous death eater Alecto, were immediately placed by his side from the moment you both were born. Your parents didn't give a fuck if you were to hate each other when you grew up, you two needed to stay and be together to keep the power of both pure bloodlines as high as ever.

You both grew up being attached to the hip, and still managing to look like the most intimidating duo ever.

You two were part of the Slythering Gang, composed by Draco, Blaise, Pansy and Theo. It was not unknown to any of those four that you two sometimes acted a way friends didn't, it was obvious by the way Mattheo's blood boiled with jelaousy anytime a guy laid his hands on you, the way you sat on his lap whenever you pleased, or the way Mattheo's eyes always seemed drawn to you anytime you entered a room. It was obvious there was more than friendly feelings laying underneath your 'friendship', and well, today was another clear proof of that.

Slythering's common room, Saturday evening, the chimney lit up with the warmth of a fire. You were resting on Mattheo's chest as he had his arms tightly wrapped around your waist while you both laid on the couch. Mattheo's dark brown hair was slightly messed up as he buried his face in the nape of your —hickey covered— neck. Mattheo he held you tightly against him —as if he never wanted to share you with anyone—.

Draco chuckled, green eyes shining with mischief, as he calmly sat on the armrest of the couch, glancing at the possesive Mattheo. He knew that you both had just fucked, hooked up —and he also was sure this hadn't been the first time— "getting possesive huh, Riddle?" Draco teased in a joking manner when he heard the way a possesive growl rumbled through Mattheo's chest when he approached you both. He could tell Mattheo was completely spent and feeling possesive of you as the aftermath to your little fucktime.