𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎
Mattheo x OC
Dumbledore's dead. Mattheo and Draco have left with the death eaters. War is just around the corner.
After discovering the truth about Mattheo's mother and the reason why the dark Lord is immortal, Cordelia joins Harry...
———————————————————————— Warnings: Graphic detail of violence (at the end of chapter) ————————————————————————
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Mattheo
"Alright then," I said to Draco. "Budge over." I gestured to his bed.
"What?" He pulled a face of confusion as he clung onto the duvet.
"Move over."
"Fuck no. I ain't sharing a bed with you!"
"Urm... yes you are." I attempted to sit on the bed but he kicked me in the back with his foot. "Ow!"
"You are not sleeping in the same bed as me! That's... weird." Draco pulled a face.
"I am not sleeping on the floor again," I complained. "My back is fucked."
"That sounds like a you problem." Draco said, pulling the covers up and over his body, facing away from me.
I let out a grunt as I ran a hand through my hair. The floor was looking even more uncomfortable than usual. I looked back to the bed and Draco curled up in the middle. "Fuck this," I cursed under my breath lifting the covers and sliding in next to him.
"Dude!" He groaned moving over for me.
"Just- don't make it weird."
"You're making it weird."
"Am not. Just shut up!" I finished the conversation our backs together. Draco mumbled something under his breath but I couldn't make it out. After a few minutes of awkwardness we both fell asleep.
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When morning came, I woke up to Draco's arm draped over my body, the duvet practically on the floor and my leg dangling over the side. I slapped Draco's arm, causing him to stir.
He groaned before blinking his eyes open and staring me in the face. He looked at my body trapped under his arm and the duvet sprawled half-on half-off the bed and let out a shriek of horror. "What the fuck?!" he exclaimed, retracting his arm and holding it like it had been infected.
"I said don't make it weird," I got up, grabbing the duvet from the floor.
"Ugh, sorry man," Draco ran his hands over his face in embarrassment as he sat up right.
