Mattheo Riddle [o.s]

loathing?

                             Amari Maleka

"Bloody hell, I don't think I'll be able to make it till' the end of the year." Ron's complaining and whines makes me snort out loud, his pouting making me shake my head in amusement. He pinches his eyes shut and huffs dramatically, before slamming his forehead against the large table, Harry getting startled by the sudden noise next to him.

"Ronald, you say the same thing every year, and yet you're here crying our ears off. I think you'll be just fine." Hermione says, shooting him an intimidating glare before returning her attention to the book she was reading.

"Merlín knows how much we'll hear of it." I sigh while holding back a laugh, my hands playing with Hermione's curly locks as I stood behind her, my stomach brushing against her back as she sat concentrated in the paperback under her nose.

"It's okay Ron, I get you. You're not alone in this." I give him a big pout and sarcastic puppy eyes, his head lifting from the wooden table to meet my gaze before mimicking my expression. I cackle and stick my tongue at him playfully, my nose scrunching as he rolls his eyes while holding back a smile.

Harry joins the teasing, but my concentration is taken away  by my phone that buzzes in my back pocket. I look down as I pull it out, my eyebrows furrowing together when I see a text from Mattheo.

Mattheo: My dorm in five minutes. Don't be late.

I re-read the text at least three times. It was strange. Whenever he would text me urgently like this, it was to have sex, but it was always at night. We have been 'enemies with benefits' for almost a month, and he has never told me to go to his dorm at this hour of the day.

For almost every night during the past four weeks, we have met up in either my dorm or his to have sex. It was for pure pleasure, which is funny because we couldn't stand each other's presence since our fourth year.

Ever since he got dangerously close to me when we were bickering like we usually did, all it took was an exchange of an exhale and his mouth was clashing onto mine like an animal devouring his prey.

That memory never fails to make my spine shudder in a strangely good way. His filthy words in my ear, his hands running down every inch of my body like it was made for him, his hard and rapid thrusts into me as I struggled to not scream because of the ginormous waves of pleasure rolling within me.

I hated myself for it—and I hated him for getting my underwear soaked in a matter of seconds. He just knows how to turn me on, how to get me trembling and my legs buckling with euphoria. So as much as it hurt my pride, I swallowed it and said yes when the next day he came to me with the 'enemies with benefits' proposition.

We still did bicker. Most of our sex was angry sex. He is Mattheo Riddle, he infuriated me wether he fucked me amazingly or not. Yes, we have softened a tad to each other, but we still managed to go back to our old days every now and then.