Roomies?

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*Y/n POV*

It was later in the evening and I was lying on my bed. Mattheo was in the shower. I rolled over and plucked a shirt from his neat pile and pulled it over my vest. I was wearing shorts that came down to my mid thigh but the shirt was big enough that it almost covered them, almost. I moved towards the book shelf to pick out something when there was a knock at the door.

I didn't answer it. I knew exactly who it was. And I didn't want to answer it.

"Aren't you going to get that?" Mattheo said, coming out of the bathroom in joggers and a long sleeved black shirt.

"Mattheo... There's something I forgot to tell you." I say and he gives me a look that says: What the fuck have you done?!

"What?" He drags out the 'a'.

The door knocks again. I dart to get to the door before he can, if he gets it i'm afraid Regulus will get a face full of door but Mattheo loops his arm around my waist and pulls me back from the door.

I fall backwards on his bed and he grabs a hold of my wrists, pinning them down beside me. I grunt trying to get him off me.

"Fuck you, Mattheo!" I squeal and he laughs.

"Oh, I'd know you'd love to Y/n. What did you forget to tell me?" He asks softly and I feel myself go weak. I felt a little trapped under him but it was a good feeling, it was hot.

"Open the door and find out." I whisper, looking up at him, his eye brows furrow and the door knocks on ast time.

However, when we both look at the door, it's already open, and in it stands  none other than Regulus Black, a trunk by his side and a paper clip in his hand. Did that prick seriously just pick the lock? And his eyes are fixed on where I'm trapped under Mattheo on the bed. I get how this must look, but i don't care what he thinks. Let him think what he likes. Like I give a fuck.

Mattheo lets me go and his face stiffens, he strides over to the door. And just as I suspect, as soon as he sees Regulus stood out there with his trunk in hand. Regulus does in fact... Get a face full of door.

And I just can't help myself, I laugh.

I open the door and get a scowl from Regulus as he makes his way in, I'm still laughing and Mattheo is standing back, glaring at me, with his arms crossed. Judgemental bitch.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" Mattheo says. Regulus glances at me as he makes his way to the unoccupied bed on the opposite side of mine.

"I can see you didn't tell him of Dumbledore's little idea then, huh Darling?" Regulus says and sits on the bed, putting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward. He looks tired, like way too tired. His face is hollow and his eyes are curtained with shadows.

"A) don't call me that and B) it might have slipped my mind." I admit and he laughs, Mattheo looks from both of us then something clicks in his head and he watches the way Regulus sat on the bed and has his trunk.

"No fucking way." He muttered, his voice laced with dread.

"I'm as thrilled as you are, believe it or not, you two are not my first choice of roomates." Regulus adds and I laugh.

"What's so funny?" Mattheo and Regulus ask.

"Can't you see how much fun this is going to be?" I say with so much sarcasm and clap my hands together I think I might fall over. Mattheo rolls his eyes.

"I'm just saying, if you fucking touch her again, I'll-" Mattheo began but I stood infront of him.

"Mattheo, Regulus and I have established that last night was a-" I glance behind me and Regulus is watching this unfold with a smirk on his face.

"A misunderstanding..." He finished and I looked back to Mattheo, he looked a little calmer.

"I'm gonna go for a walk." He says quietly and I nod. He looks over me towards Regulus, "Don't touch my stuff." Regulus holds up his hands in surrender.

"Do you want me to come with you?" I mimic his tone, softa and quiet.

"No, stay. You need to sleep. Get some sleep for me Y/n." He gives me a quick peck on the forehead.

"Don't tell me what to do." I mutter and he chuckles.

"As if I could."  He turns and leaves.

I turn on my heels and see that Regulus was still watching.

"Are you two fucking then?"

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