There was a party in the Slytherin common room last night. The students had fun, drank firewhisky, danced.

Like everyone else, you had a lot of fun.

It was morning. You started to wake up slowly. It was quiet around you. You were in a bedroom, but not your own. You felt strong male arms hugging you and warm breath in your ear. Turning your head, you saw Mattheo Riddle sleeping. You were both under a blanket, with no clothes on. You understood what had happened...

"Damn it, no..."