Addicted || Mattheo Riddle

16 || Kisses

Octavia Lestrange

Mattheo stayed over in my dorm for the rest of the day and night. He was so tired, only waking up to eat, otherwise just sleeping, and when he finally woke up around eight in the evening, we watched a movie together, and he fell asleep again during it, so I decided to let him sleep.

I woke up this morning, the rain still falling and slamming against the window, and as I looked up, his face was hovering above me, his eyes finding mine.

Somehow this all felt right, having him sleep next to me, waking up watching his face, it feels nice?

The day went by in a rush. Theo and the rest of the group noticed we were sad, and everyone kind of was. I noticed Theo and Draco touching their arms constantly, and every time I saw it something snapped inside of me.

We were all affected by this, and we were all in danger. Every single person of our friend group was affected by the dark mark, and it wasn't anywhere near pleasant.

When the lessons finished, I went to my dorm with Theo and Mattheo, and they blankly told me there would be a party tonight, because of slytherin winning the quidditch cup.

I hadn't even followed quidditch this year. It wasn't anywhere near my interest, I was more busy sticking my nose in books, reading.

So, when the time came and I could hear the loud music blaring through the speakers in the common room, I sighed and put on a long sleeved dress.

The mark on my arm was too dark to openly wear now, and I felt the urge to cover it even when Mattheo and the rest of the boys were around, because I felt ashamed.

I put my hair in a half up half down, and then I sighed before walking down towards the common room, ignoring the stinging on my left arm.

The boys all looked up, and Daphne shrieked as she ran over to me. "Octavia, you are absolutely beautiful, and now you're here it's time to get shit faced drunk" she blurts out, and then she hands me some drink in a small shot glass.

It's honey colored, and I shrug my shoulders before tilting my head, pouring the liquid down my throat.

It burns, and the taste is awful. I look over to Daphne, and she smirks at me.

"This is disgusting, what the hell is that?" I ask, shaking my head.

"It's firewhiskey" Mattheo says, taking a shot of the same drink before nodding at me. "Just wait, the taste will grow on you"

"Whatever" I blurt out, and then I take another shot of the same liquid, and another, and another.

I can't help it, I want to forget what's happening outside the castle walls, I want to forget the stinging feeling on my arm, and I want to forget about the fact that the whole world is about to tumble down again.

After a while, the alcohol is pumping through my veins, my voice slurs as I speak, standing next to Mattheo.

"Hey mattttt" I blurt out, grabbing his hand, "dance with meee"

He shakes his head, and although he is somewhat tipsy, he's a lot more sober than me. "Didn't you tell me not to touch you, Curls?" He asks, smirking at me.

"Fuck that, come and dance with me" I tell him, and then I pull his hand and drag him towards the dance floor.

I don't know if it's the alcohol or just me, but somehow I want him close to me, somehow I want him.

Facing him, I smile lazily before slowly beginning to sway my hips on the beat of the music, one of his hands finds my waist, while the other one lingers on my back.