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Lillian Black
IT WAS THE week before Halloween. After two weeks, McGonagall had forgetten about our punishment. I came back to the common room after writing a letter to my dad. It's been weeks since Harry showed me the letter Sirius wrote to him. I still haven't heard anything back, though I'd sent multiple letters. I assumed the owl couldn't find him, which would mean he was safely hiding. But there was always the possibility that something bad happened to him.
I let out a stressed sigh as I walked through the door of the portrait. Draco and Enzo asked for the answers to Potions, so I was making my way to their dorm to drop off my notes.
When I reached their door, I knocked a few times. "It's Lily." I called out.
I waited for one of them to answer the door. I pulled off my slytherin tie to loosen the tension it was giving to my neck.
"Mattheo." I said, when he opened the door.
"Lily." He said. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I wasn't currently in the mood to make him call me Lillian.
"Are Draco and Enzo here?" I asked.
"They're in Transfigurations." Mattheo said.
"Oh. I'll just wait out here, then." I said.
Mattheo rolled his eyes. "Come in."
I slowly followed him into the room, shutting the door behind me. Mattheo sat in his desk chair. On his desk were two textbooks, a ball of parchment, and a lighter.
I stood by the doorway, and placed my books on Draco's desk.
It was a rainy day. I could faintly hear the sound of the rain drops hitting the orange leaves on the ground.
Mattheo leaned back into his chair, his long legs spread out and his hands resting on the top of his thighs.
Alone again, the two of us. I thought back to the moment I sat on his counter after that fight. My lip and chin were entirely healed, and the cuts he got were too. But he always seemed to have new ones. From a few feet away, I could see his knuckles had a subtle purple bruising to them.
He watched me, with that amused look he always had.
I walked towards him, slowly. It felt like I was having an out of body experience, my legs having a mind of their own. There was that aroma filling the room, the only thing I could smell was... him.
The closer I got, the more I could sense his muscles tensing. His eyes narrowing, his jaw clenching, lightly.
I stopped once I was a two feet away from him. But I was close enough for him to reach out, and he pulled me closer by placing his hand firmly on the side of my thigh. His hand on my black school tights was soft, but firm, and his hand fit around the back of my thigh so that I was now standing inches from him. It was slow, and easy.
He looked up at me, and I started to hold my breath as he slowly began to stand up, closing the space between us completely.
Our faces, centimeters apart. He looked down at me with dark eyes, as I looked up at him, my lips were so close to his chin.
I delicately placed my hand on his cheek, his jaw tensing at my touch.
As he leaned down, our lips were so close to touching, I almost felt dizzy. And eager.
I wanted his lips on mine, badly.
His hand went to my lower back and pulled me even closer. It closed the space entirely, and our lips were now touching. It was a soft, slow kiss. Our lips fit together, like they were made for eachother. And it told me everything I needed to know.
But we both needed more. The second our lips parted, he crashed our lips into a deeper, hungrier kiss.
His hands moved to my cheeks to grab them firmly as I stumbled back from the movement, but he only deepend the kiss as I felt my back hit the wall behind me. As my lips parted from the collision, he took the opportunity to kiss me harder. We both breathed heavily into each kiss, grabbing at whatever part of eachother we could find. My hands clasped to his arms, his muscles. My hands couldn't even fit around the half of them. His hand traveled to my hip, gripping it firmly while his other hand rested on the side of my neck, just as firm.
I finally broke away from the kiss, my chest rising quickly up and down.
"W-wait." I said, my fingers traveled up to my lips, feeling them already slightly swollen.
I could tell my cheeks were flustered a light shade of pink. The kisses lingered on my lips. He tasted how he smelled, a plethora of mint, contrasting with the strong taste cinnamon, fireworks, rain.
"What're we doing.." I questioned.
"You're right. We shouldn't." Mattheo spoke firmly, stepping back only a few feet.
I stood under his gaze, against the wall. Standing across from me were those soft, complex brown eyes that I saw all those nights ago, the first night I saw him. A sea of browns.
I wasn't sure if I even believed myself, that we should stop kissing. That this was wrong. So wrong. He watched me contemplate, and answered the question for me.
In a few swift movements, his lips were on mine again, both of his hands cupping my cheeks firmly. I melted into the kiss, my hands resting on his forearms as he kept his hands placed on my cheeks, stepping me back into the wall again. I whimpered lightly when he bit down on my bottom lip, and I felt the slightest taste of blood, but it ignored it as the noise that escaped my mouth only caused him to strengthen his grip on me. His lips trailed from my cheek, to my jaw, to the top of my neck. I sunk into his kisses, closing my eyes at how his soft lips felt on my neck. He kept me standing, his arms pressing me agains the wall.
"Mattheo..." I spoke, but it came out as barely even a whisper. Saying his name made him kiss my neck harder, and I could feel light nipping on my neck as he left lovebites.
"Mattheo." I said, firmer this time. He reluctantly pulled away, loosening his grip on my arms.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice was dark, but laced with some concern.
"We should..." I trailed off, not sure what to say. I wanted to keeo kissing him. In fact, I wanted him to pick me up and toss me onto his bed right now. I bit my lip lightly at the thought, and his gaze instantly went to my lips.
"Right." He nodded, stepping back, further away this time. I suddenly felt nervous under his gaze, as I slowly made my way to his door, opening it. I left, closing the door quickly behind me without looking back. I stood outside of his dorm, alone. My fingers traveled to my lips again, as I replayed what just happened over and over in my head.
Why did I leave? I considered walking back in, smashing our lips together again. Letting his hands roam over parts of my body he had yet to touch.
"Blimey Lily!" My head shot up as I heard Enzo jogging up to me, his school books tucked under his arm. "I've been looking all over for you. Wait- are you high?"
I swatted Enzno's hand away that was touching my eyelids. Then I remembered he asked to meet in the comon room, not his dorm.
"No I'm not high! Just thinking." I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, wanting to get further away from Mattheo's dorm.
"Well come on then, we can't wait for the grass to grow." Enzo rolled his eyes, seemingly used to my daydreaming, studying, and thinking.
I glanced over my shoulder to Mattheo's closed door. Enzo grabbed my arm, pulling me down the stairs to the common room.
