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

how they got back together...

P.T.

It was the perfect temperature. A little after seven in the morning, outside at the lake, barely any sun. Perfect. 

It would get hotter during the day, for sure. But until now, it was just a touch chilly and perfect. 

Yawning again, I walked towards the lake slowly, pulling my feet through the sand and little stones. 

I had no idea, what exactly Fred and George were planning for their revenge. But Mattheo probably knew, however. 

The water was still and cold, like a dark mirror, reflecting the blue sky and the sunlight. Monsters were living in there. Terrible monsters, if you believed the teacher's stories.

I pulled the ends of my sleeves over my hands, breathing in the cold air deeply. 

Suddenly, little stones moved under someone's steps behind me. I looked over my shoulder, raising my eyebrows at Mattheo, as he pulled of the hood from his head. 

Coming closer, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me back against his chest. ,,Morning, my love..." he whispered. 

Chuckling, I pulled my hood off my own head as well. ,,Morning. You're on time, surprisingly enough..."

,,Of course." he muttered, pressing a kiss to my cheek. 

Looking back out on the lake, I put my hands on top of his around my shoulders. ,,Who's watching us?"

He sighed, putting his head on my shoulder. ,,McGonagall and Snape are standing in the castle entrance behind us..." he whispered. 

Nodding slowly, I leaned back against him. ,,They're controlling, huh? At least we're allowed to leave our rooms by now. But still, I was really looking forward to visit Honeydukes with you..."

,,Yeah, no way in hell, love..." he gave back, leaning in to kiss my cheek again.

,,Merlins beard, Mattheo. What is it with you today?" I hissed, moving away slightly.

,,What?" he chuckled. ,,I haven't touched you since Monday, love. Monday! That's five days! May I remind you, we're still acting like a couple? Now, how would a good boyfriend react, after seeing his girlfriend again for the first time after that, hm?"

Rolling my eyes, I let him turn me around to face him. He was right.

,,Do you think it will at least make Snape and McGonagall leave?"

He shrugged. ,,Maybe. If we're lucky, it makes them so uncomfortable, that they leave us alone out of good manners..." 

,,Let's hope for the best..." I managed to mutter, before his lips crashed down onto mine. 

I felt one of his hands holding onto my hoodie around my waist, while the other traveled up to rest on my cheek. 

Not daring to pull away from his lips, I put my hands on his chest, slightly clinging into his hoodie. 

Luckily, he did me the favor of leaning down just enough, so I didn't have to break my neck. The way his lips moved against mine had me wondering, why the fuck didn't we do this more often?Probably because everything else about him was disgusting and annoying. The way he talked, walked, dressed... Ew. But the way he kissed... Lord have mercy. 

It made me loose any sense of time every time he did it. 

So, did I enjoy it? Yeah.

Would I ever admit that? Nope.

Would I ever admit it to him? Fuck no! 

His arms went around my back, holding me against him as the kiss made me lean back.