“matty, can you zip this up for me?” you called out softly, your hair pushed to the side. your yule ball dress fit snugly around every little curve, its silky lace and the matching patterns complementing you even more.

mattheo turned to you, a cigarette in between his fingers with the smoky smell of it filling the room. your boyfriend stood and walked over to you, his palms wrapping around your hips. he was wearing his own attire, a suit and tie upon your request to go to the dance. he had the dumbest smile gracing his lips, which were earlier stained by your lipstick. “that’s all you need, darling?”

you could feel his hands wandering, rubbing your sides with tenderness and care. the slytherin’s breath warmed your neck as he buried his face in your neatly done hair. the zipper was tugged down as a way to tease you, before mattheo slowly dragged it upwards again. a soft chuckle echoed through the room, mattheo’s voice filled with so much affection and endearment with his eyes glued to you and your gown.

“oh, mi amor. what a beautiful little thing you are, just for me.”