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Lillian Black
THE COMMON ROOM was a filled with drunk sixth and seventh years. The room was dim lit but the the green lights and the shine of the moon coming from the windows made it lighter. There was linger of smoke from cigarettes and muggle weed. The fireplace was burning.
There was a table of fire whiskey, butter beer, and muggle alcohol like vodka and tequila. My friends were dancing, talking, laughing. The night was young, though it seemed like 1 am or so.
Mattheo was on the couches beside Theo and Blaise, the three smoking weed. I watched Mattheo as a thick cloud of smoke left his mouth. He took a swig from a bottle of firewhiskey after.
"Lily!" Pansy shouted over the music, grabbing a bottle of vodka off the table and quickly twisting the cap off. "Katie's coming."
"Kaite Bell?" I asked. What other Katie would it be, really. But I was beginning to feel the effect of of alcohol in my system.
"Mhm." Pansy nodded. She poured us both shots, which we took. The vodka lightly burned my throat.
"If you need the room tonight, it's all yours." I assured her, smiling as I brought my cup to my lips.
Pansy bit her lip in nervousness and excitement.
By 2 am, Pansy and I were dancing ontop of a table.
I wasn't that drunk, I could honeslty handle a lot more. But I loved dancing at parties.
Pansy and I had our backs touching eachother, dancing up and down while half of the party danced below us. I see somebody standing on the staircase to the dorms, spraying a bottle of champagne onto people below them.
When our friend group made their way over to us, I could tell they were even more drunk than Pansy and I.
Mattheo was holding an empty bottle of firewhiskey at his side. Enzo brought his fingers to his mouth to let out a whistle at Pansy and I. Draco was stumbling around, but Theo was managing to keep an eye on him as much as he could, though he was most likely high out of his mind.
Pansy pouted when the song changed, and she jumped off the table. I was about to step down, when Mattheo took a step closer to the table. Mattheo offered me his hand and I took it, jumping down slightly.
We were engulfed again in a sea of drunk students, dancing and talking. I took Mattheo's cigarette from his lips, placing it between my own and inhaling the smoke, the menthal bringing a relaxing feeling to my lungs.
I was pushed forward slightly by someone behind me. As I looked up at Mattheo, I could practically feel how drunk he was. His usually dark eyes were brown and bright, despite the light shade of red to them. His typically slightly curly brown hair was a little messy. When I looked into his eyes, a smile crept onto his face. He tilts the bottle of firewhiskey up to his lips, finishing it.
"Mattheo," I start, slowly smiling at the boy who looked like he was up to no good. I have to say it a little loud to be heard of the music.
"Lily," Mattheo mocks back. He's grinning. A lot.
I press my finger to his chest, and I push lightly. He tilts back only subtly, but its enough for me to know he's drunk.
The music seems to get only louder, and Mattheo then tilts his head down to speak into my ear. His lips brush my ear in the processes, from his slight clumsiness. It makes my cheeks flush pink.
"I know you want to take things slow." Mattheo says.
I can feel my self holding my breath, and I wait for him to continue. "Think about all that we could be. I can set you free, Lily Black." Mattheo says.
"Mattheo, you're drunk." I say. He looks down at me, those brown eyes glistening and a happy smile on his face. I can't help but smile back at him.
"I think about it all the time." Mattheo says, shaking his head in a matter of fact way.
In the blur of the dark green lights and commotion of the dancing bodies, I can only focus on him. It seems like I'm the only thing he can focus on too, as he stares down at me with a playful smile on his face.
"About what?" I ask.
"If you were mine, Lily." Mattheo says, he runs a hand through his hair. All the time?
"Come on." I tell him, grabbing his bicep. My hand doesn't even fit around the half of it, but it doesn't matter. He lets me lead him through the crowd. On the way to the stairs, he knocks over a bottle of firewhiskey on the table, but everyone is too drunk to notice.
Blaise is the only one who notices us heading up the stairs. He gives Mattheo an enthusiatic high five.
I help Mattheo up the stairs, and to his dorm. I kick the door shut behind me, struggling to help the tall boy over to his bed. He kicks off his shoes and he starts to unbotton his shirt.
When he sees me heading for the door, he pouts, realizing I didn't bring him up here to shag.
"Stay, Lily?" He asks. I stand by the door, hesitating.
"Isn't Penelope using your room tonight?" Mattheo says, trying to reason with me.
"Pansy?" I ask. He was right. I would probably have to sleep in the common room if she brought Katie back.
Mattheo sat up off the bed, grabbing a black t shirt of his from his closet. He hands it to me, and turns around, waiting for me to change.
I hesitate for a few seconds, and watch as Mattheo finishes unbottoning his own shirt. As he pulls it off, I see his bare back. Only, it isn't bare. There's a handful of scars across his back, mostly old.
"Will you help me?" I ask Mattheo. He turns around, and I turn away from him, moving my hair to the side so that he can unzip my dress. Mattheo steps forward, and I can feel his fingers graze my back as they meet the zipper of my dress. He slowly unzips it half way.
I turn around, and he puts a hand over his eyes. I smile to myself as I quickly slip off the dress, it falling to my feet. I pull Mattheo's shirt over my head, and it's very oversized on me. It falls to my knees.
I take Mattheo's hand off of his eyes. Mattheo's eyes quickly scan me, standing in his t shirt.
"Beautiful." Mattheo says. I tilt my head to the side. There was a high chance Mattheo wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow.
I watch Mattheo as he tosses a pillow onto the floor. He sits down, shirtless and in his dress pants.
"You're sleeping on the floor?" I ask.
Mattheo looks at me as if he sleeps on the floor every night. He was giving me his bed to sleep in.
"Come on." I tell him, opening up the covers to his bed. Mattheo stands up, slightly leaning in towards me and I have to hold his arms to steady him. He accepts his bed in a warm embrace.
"Don't even think of trying anything." I tell him, getting into his bed from the other side.
"I won't try anything. But I can't promise about any thinking." Mattheo smirks, and I toss a pillow onto his face.
I can hear the party quiet down below us, and it takes me a few minutes to realize I'm in Mattheo Riddle's bed. I sheets are soft and welcoming, and they smell like him. The t-shirt I'm wearing smells like him. I almost never want to leave.
When I look over, Mattheo is softly sleeping. It doesn't look like a deep sleep, but he looks peaceful. I notice his eyelashes are long, and he doesn't look so intimidating anymore. I almost want to move closer to him, to see how he would cuddle me. I imagine him engulfing me in his arms.
I quickly look up at the ceiling, wondering how I got myself into this. But right now, I'm not mad about it at all.
