Cigarettes [Mattheo Riddle]

sixteen

Each day was blistering and darkening as September 1st approached. Blaire, Mattheo, Blaise, Willow and Luna had all been staying in Willow's modest home.
The house had a certain aura about it, where the smell of crisp air and freshness and the scent of laundry lingered in every room. The summer they spent in the house in England's most desolate corner was pleasant and joyous. Blaise and Luna had decided to cool it off in July. Nobody took this as a surprise; they were complete opposites and didn't find anything satisfying in each other, since Luna also lacks sexual drive and attraction. However, Willow had been acting extremely motherly.

On the morning of September the first, Blaire opened her doe-like eyes to see Willow hovering over her face. Her brunette curls were drooping in Blaire's face, as Willow was gently blowing her minty fresh breath in Blaire's face to wake her.
Next to her, Luna was awake- as she seemingly had been all night. She was curled into a solemn ball in her floral duvet.

"Good morning, Luna." Willow whispered softly, approaching the window to open the curtains.
"Are you okay?" Blaire asked.
They saw Luna wriggle and heard a muffled 'hmmph' so assumed she was alive.

Once downstairs, Blaire and Willow had pastries for breakfast and were soon joined by Mattheo and Blaise.
"Is she okay?"
"What, Luna?" Blaire enquired, as Blaise nodded in reply. "I mean sure. Give or take."
"She agreed, she said she understood and had been unhappy for a while. So why is she upset?" Blaise's eyebrows creased together in confusion and despair.
"I think she enjoyed the affection and feeling desired." Blaire said, as she took a bite of her cinnamon bun.
"How do you know that?"
"You're an imbecile." Blaire laughed.

"Will you guys shut up? We need to finish and go pack." Mattheo interrupted, dropping his apple turnover and massaging his temple.
Blaire shot a glance at him. He had seemed increasingly stressed as September approached.
"Mattheo, is something wrong?" Mattheo glared at her, his eyes dark and emotionless. "And now you're giving me that soulless look? Just tell me." Blaire spoke softly and soothingly.
"Why bring it up now? To try and start an inconvenience?" Mattheo gritted his teeth.
"You don't have to tell me." She got up from her seat and left the room hurriedly. Blaire headed upstairs, and once in her bedroom, sat on the bed and pressed her palms to her eyes.
"Son of a bitch." She said through her teeth, and cursed at herself.

"He does love you. He's scared of his emotions. And you don't even know the whole story with his family." Luna whispered into the sombre room.
"What?" Blaire asked, turning to Luna's bed.
"He's just as sane as I am. I'm cousins with Draco, and therefore know more about Mattheo than most."

                                     *+~.+~

The platform was busy, as people rustled and bustled to get their children ready. The scarlet steam engine approached, and people started getting on.

Mattheo and Blaise stood near the front of the train, so they could join the Slugclub. As they stood outside the door letting Cormac board the train, Blaire turned her head. She stared at Mattheo. He turned and met her gaze.
Her look of need, lust, and affection blatantly portrayed on her skin. Her olive skin that had been blessed by blemishes as her stress had risen. Mattheo noticed her mood, and all he returned was a wink and he boarded the train after Blaise.

Blaire was sat in the carriage with Luna, Neville and Willow. Neville and Luna were playing cards, as Willow drew.

Blaire gazed out of the window.

In the great hall, Blaire talked animatedly with Willow and Luna, jabbing at her plate as Dumbledore gave his speech.
"Aren't you excited? It's our last year!" Luna beamed. Willow hugged her and told Luna of her adorableness and Blaire nodded eagerly in reply.

Blaire's eyes trailed towards the Slytherin table. Mattheo was looking at her. Observing her. Blaire gazed back at him. And she signalled with her eyes jumping from the door to him for them to leave. He got up and walked out of the great hall, with Blaire soon following.

*hi i am uncomfy. but i will provide for my loves*

They entered an empty classroom. Mattheo sat on the teacher's desk as Blaire walked up to him.

"Hello, my love."
"Mattheo."
"Why did you signal for us to leave, hm, princess?"
"Mattheo- please. Stop it."
He stood up from the desk.
"Please Mattheo, please." Blaire cried.
"Use your mouth, my darling." He whispered, as he leant over her, inches away from her face.
"Do it." She breathed, as her breath blew one of his curls. His beautiful lips arched into a smirk and he locked lips with her. His hands moved around her body, following her paved skin, the dips of her waist, the curve of her hips, the shape of her breasts.

Letting out a gasp, Blaire distracted Mattheo. He pulled away. Blaire grabbed his tie and pulled him close.
"Do you desire for Dumbledore to hear your calls? You calling my name?" He whispered softly into her ear, "Do you want him to have to stop," His lips crept down her jaw to her neck, as she let out a gasp. "his whole speech? As you beg for me?"
All Blaire could manage was a nod. Mattheo sucked the sweet skin of her neck, as she threw her head back. Blaire collapsed on the floor, in a hot mess, as Mattheo fell on top of her. Taking advantage of this mishap, he continued kissing her, as his hand was entangled in her hair.
He moved his lips to hers, kissing her aggressively. Blaire struggled to kiss back, so, with his left hand on her hip, he used his right hand to hold her chin. "Keep up," He grunted, his low voice echoing off the walls. "Good girl."
And after making sure she got numerous hickeys, Mattheo kissed her forehead.

"My love, Blaire. Come here." He then held her, and cuddled her, and ignored his own thoughts of going further. He then walked her out of the room and, whilst she smiled, he kissed her face tenderly.

Mattheo lead her to his dorm, where he laid her upon his bed and lit a candle on his bedside. The smell of mahogany lingered in his gloomy room.
Mattheo then held her, and smothered her in affection, as he whispered: "I love you."

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[This was so embarrassing to write. I did write smut, but I changed my decision as it made me uncomfortable and I was worrying about it last night.
I love you all. Sorry for the long wait! My phone broke and I couldn't access Wattpad. Anyway, I'm currently making ideas for a Regulus Black story.
Also, a teaser for Cigarettes:

Expect tension. Drama.
And, as all things come to,
an end.

It will probably end at about Chapter Twenty.]
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Love you all.
(it's 9pm) Goodnight to:
All of you readers
Benjamin Wadsworth
and men written by women.