Matilda Matlock

Liars

Matilda knew that it was probably unwise to be walking to the boy's bathroom on the second floor at 9:24 p.m after only one night at Hogwarts, and she could likely be caught and very well sent to detention without a bat of an eye...

but after her summer of stressing over what the wizarding world was thinking of her, attending a hearing that was held for her despite the fact that it was one minor case of magic, and feeling that the ministry was watching her every move, Matilda wanted nothing more than to do what she wanted to do.

So, she was turning the corners of dark corridors in her school and making her way to the boy's bathroom, heart pounding and butterflies filling her stomach.

No one seemed to be up and about at that time. Curfew, after all, was at 10:00 p.m, so students were surely hanging out in the common room and dorm areas. It was just Matilda, walking through the dimly lit halls and hearing her cautious footsteps echoing softly into the air.

At last, she spotted an indent in the walls were a large door was inserted, a door that had chipped paint and was cracked open.

Taking a breath, she paced forward and paused before pushing the door open, chewing her bottom lip nervously. She listened before entering, hearing that no one was inside, and gently pushed.

The door creaked a low grumble as she did so, and she slowly stepped into the room. She was right, there wasn't a soul in the bathroom, but her eyes were more-so observing how it appeared that no one had used this bathroom for quite some time.

It was clean, but several of the mirrors were cracked and marked, and the stall doors were chipped with paint. One of them was even off of its hinges, lazily resting against the wall of its stall.

Matilda was so busy scanning her eyes over the desolated bathroom that she did not hear who had entered, but suddenly felt someone quickly tug her hair back and a hand clamp over her lips.

She gasped into the person's palm, then heard a muttering by her ear: "you got my note."

The hand slipped from her mouth to allow her to respond, Matilda turning her head to see Oliver smirking at her, his head right near the side of hers.

"I'm beginning to question why I agreed to this..." Matilda muttered, giving him a scolding smile as she felt increasingly nervous at the risk of getting caught.

Oliver leaned in and connected his lips to her neck, kissing her skin softly.

"Mm..." he hummed, "then tell me... why aren't you leaving, Matilda?"

Matilda inhaled deeply through her nose at the feeling of Oliver's lips trailing her skin, pressing softly and lifting up barely an inch only to plant another kiss, agonizingly slow, with his fingers delicately holding her hair away.

"Ollie..." she breathed, her eyelids fluttering closed, "...is this... the best place to..."

"No one ever comes in here," he muttered, then pulled away from her neck before adding, "it's practically deserted... that's why I told you to come."

Despite her lingering feeling of uneasiness towards the possibility of someone walking in, she knew he was probably right... the bathroom looked as if no one had used it for months. And she didn't seem to be totally against it when Oliver gently twisted her around by her hips to press his mouth against hers.

Matilda obliged to the kiss, gladly, while her arms wrapped around his neck and his own hands clamped tighter around her waist.

Their lips devoured each other, deeply, eagerly, in the quiet of the bathroom, the electricity between them building and making Matilda recall why she had ached for him again after July.