Oh, my dear... (Mattheo Riddle ff)

how jealousy looks...

P.T.

The next morning, Mattheo didn't talk much during breakfast. But except for me, no one really seemed to notice. Blaise was busy with Pansy, Malfoy and Nott had an intense discussion about their next Quiddich match, and I was chitchatting with Luna next to me.

I didn't know what he was thinking about, but by the way his forehead was in a frown the whole time made me believe it was something about last night.

Personally, I had to giggle the whole time, when I thought about our teachers gossiping about us in the middle of the night in an empty hallway of the castle.

To be completely honest, I didn't know either why exactly I did what I did yesterday. I mean, why I behaved the way I did around him. Maybe I shouldn't have kissed him like that without warning, and without anyone around...

What really confused me though was his last sentence.

Phersephone, please... You really don't want to play that game. Please... Just don't kiss me when we're alone. It's not good for the both of us, trust me.

What the hell?

First of all: What was he on about, calling me by my first name? He never did that. Never! 

Second of all: what fucking game was he talking about?

And lastly: He said 'please'. Two fucking times! Was he sick or something?

Somewhat worried, I looked over at him, observing his face closely. He looked really deep in thoughts. 

When I noticed him staring intensely at something, I followed his ganze and spotted no other than Harry James Potter sitting backwards at the Gryffindor table, watching the Slytherins and me shamelessly.

Carefully, I tapped Mattheo's shoulder without looking away, trying to get him out of this staring contest.

,,Riddle?" I whispered. ,,Just let him stare. Don't even pay attention to him, alright?"

Mattheo chuckled darkly, finally turning to look at me. ,,Are you serious, love? You don't even care about him staring like that?"

,,No, I don't. He's just a pathetic little prick, that's it."

He gently brushed a strand of hair from my face, leaning in slightly. ,,Alright, but me for my part, I don't really enjoy stupid assholes staring at my beautiful girlfriend the way he does..."

That made me loose my voice for a moment, but I managed to act over it quite fairly with a little smile. ,,Shut up..."

,,You know the deal, love. Make me."

Blinking up at him, I slightly put my head to the side. ,,I can, if you want to show him."

Mattheo chuckled again. ,,Want to show him? I want to give this fucking prick the privat show of his life right now!"

He whispered, but the urgency and intensity in his words were clear. Chuckling, I scooted closer towards him on the bench and turned to face him.

,,Seriously?"

,,Seriously."

I shrugged, and placed my hands on his shoulders. ,,Alright then..."

He leaned in and pressed his lips on mine, making me lean back just a little.

Not a second later, there were exited cheers and happy shouts from Luna and the other Slytherins.

I couldn't see Harry in my back, but I did see Mattheo glaring over at my ex from time to time, without taking his lips from mine.