Midnight Rain - L.B.

E I G H T E E N

These fatal fantasies
Giving way to labored breath
Taking all of me
We've already done it in my head

Hogwarts Slytherin Boys Dormitories
September 27th, 1997
10:02 pm | Mattheo Riddle

"I love kissing boys. They're so much fun."

I looked up with a sigh. "Why are you still here?"

Tatum lay sprawled out on Theodore's bed, starfished as she smiled wide and stared at the ceiling like she had a schoolgirl crush, talking on and on relentlessly about stupid shit.

She looked over at me with a full-sass look- which was typical-, twisting her eyebrows together slightly. "Bitch. You love my company, Matt."

I shook my head, throwing a piece of candy at her. "I just want to do my homework. You let yourself in."

"And I'm here to keep you company." She went back to smiling, her hair still wet from her shower after the game, which thanks to her we won, and soaking the comforter on top of Theo's bed.

But Theodore was out "celebrating" with a girl that he met after the game, so he wouldn't be back tonight to care anyway.

"You're distracting me with all your talking, that's what you're doing." I huffed, dipping the quill back into the ink and turning back to the papers spread out on the desk.

"Fine. Guess you don't want to hear what happened before the game."

I sighed, writing a very more words for my essay before setting the quill back down and looking over at her once again, deciding to humour her. "What happened?"

Her brown eyes were a tint of wild, lips curled in a smile. "I totally kissed your best mate."

"Well, it's about bloody fucking time." I scoffed, tilting my chair on two legs, resting my arm over the back, and drumming my fingers along the wood.

"Right?" She sat up, facing me. "But seriously, I can leave if you're actually getting distracted."

"You're fine. Theodore's a bigger pain in the ass than you'll ever be anyway."

Vaughneton Manor
October 3rd, 1997
5:05 pm | Tatum Vaughneton

I think what sucked most about being even a bit into Lorenzo was that, as much as we see each other, we still both had extremely busy schedules.

Yes, we saw each other at Quidditch and the three classes we shared (including study period) and we talked a bit whenever everyone wanted to meet at the Astronomy Tower to hang out. But we were still busy.

I had Prefect duties, I was tutoring Cass, I had to organize Quidditch schedules and sort out any issues with that, and worst of all I had fucking babysit Draco duty.

Now I know I asked for all of this (except the Draco part, which I only agreed to do, it was not my idea), and I shouldn't complain about a schedule that I wanted. But I want to complain anyway.

All of that was on top of regular school and social stuff.

Lorenzo had extensive study sessions at least twice a week, took Quidditch seriously, had to make sure Draco and I don't die or some stupid shit, and apparently started trying to find a career path after a very intimidating letter from his father.

Don't ever actually be there for your son to, you know, at least save him from his bat-shit crazy mother. But of course, go ahead and send him a letter notifying him that his childhood is long over and he needs to know what he wants to do with the rest of his life. That won't send your poor son into a breakdown at all.

Not that my mum wasn't pressuring me with the same shit. Just different expectations.

"You found a boy yet?"

"Marriage?"

"Children?"

"I'm sure I can set you up with someone."

"You don't have forever, you know."

Thank you, but no thank you.

"Carrie called and said you both are free to get on your way. Please, just be safe and be back early Monday morning."

Lorenzo looked up, stopping the kitchen barstool from spinning and slowly standing up. "Thank you, Ms Vaughneton. I'll follow all traffic laws."

"Yeah, we'll be fine, mum." I smiled, hugging her for a moment before picking up my suitcase just as Lorenzo tried to reach for it, tugging it out of his direction before he could take it.

A roughly five-hour car ride should make up for the time we don't see each other at school.

"Lorenzo," She stopped us as we tried to walk out the front door, sending us both a stern look. "Be careful with my daughter in that car."

He nodded, sending her a small smile before letting me out the door. "Yes, ma'am."

-

"Why's there nothing good playing?" Lorenzo mumbled, thinking out loud as he switched through radio stations while we sat in traffic.

I shrugged, leaning my head on the window. "I don't know."

"There should still be a bunch of CDs in the glove box." He motioned over to me, slowly driving forward just a few feet before stopping again.

I popped open the compartment, sifting through the many CDs he kept, trying to find something worth listening to while he grumbled on and on about how we were going to get there at close to midnight if the traffic kept up.

"Just fucking drive, people." He groaned, pressing his forehead to the steering wheel in annoyance, the cars in front of him taking forever to pass a few emergency vehicles that pulled to the side.

I gently hit his arm with the back of my hand. "Calm down. We'll still get there." I held up a few CDs. "You have Kate Bush, Cyndi Lauper, and Madonna?"

He reached over, grabbing another cd. "And Whitney Houston. Bought them for when Narcissa's in the car. Figured she might like them."

I smiled, putting them back and grabbing a random CD. "This work?"

"Mhm." He pressed a button on the car, sliding in the disc and turning down the volume slightly.

"Fucking finally." He whispered, the traffic clearing up.

I rested my head back on the seat, closing my eyes. "Wake me up if you want me to drive."

"I'd rather live, thanks though."

"Dick."

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