My Works

Red Lipstick (Mattheo Riddle)

it's september again, a not-so-hot-month anymore, yet not cold yet. I was walking with blaise, wearing my favorite leather jacket and my hair down, a bit messy. we were heading towards draco's manor where he was used to throwing huge parties for the slytherins and of course, he had invited us.
it was about midnight, and the streets were almost empty. blaise was walking beside me on the roadside sidewalk, protectively trying to keep an eye on passing cars.
"are you going to get high?" he asked.
"maybe. you?"
"is that even a question? malfoy hasn't made a decent party for years, of course, I'm gonna take the opportunity."
blaise chuckles, knowing that I will have ended up wasted like always and he will have needed to carry me to my room again.

(time skip)

the lights were flashing, enough to make you dizzy and confused. blaise and I were used to it, but the loud music tested our limits — I'll admit that.
"grab my hand." he said as he started to make his way into the thick crowd. I took his hand and I followed him, merging with the sweaty and dancing people. I could smell the alcohol and the smoke and I couldn't wait to get drunk and forget.
blaise spotted draco and waved at him, draco saw us and approached us as well.
"zabini, y/l/n. welcome." draco said.
draco and blaise chatted a bit as if I wasn't desperate to touch alcohol, and seeing them casually having a conversation with this loud music was annoying me more and more.
I started watching the crowd, checking if I could find any other friend of mine that I could leave blaise for, and there our gazes met. mine and mattheo's.
god, I hated that man.
everybody knew him, and I knew him too, maybe even too well for someone who hadn't had a proper conversation with him — but rumors spread quickly, and I knew for sure that he was a bad influence.
I saw him stop dancing, he was rubbing against a girl that I didn't know but she didn't look as if she minded, and he started walking toward me. not even a second passed without him breaking the eye contact with me and I was getting uncomfortable.
he had a drink in his hand and his usual cut across the bridge of his nose, he greeted blaise.
I didn't know why I was so disappointed but I thought he would come up to me. I knew we didn't talk much, yet somehow I had hoped for him to have a word with me instead of his usual male friends.
"what's up, zabini." they started chatting, and I couldn't help espy his eyes so lingering and magnetic.
"sorry, what was your name again?" he finally shifted his gaze on me and I felt a shiver running down my spine as his eyes laid on my lips.
"y/l/n. y/n yl/n." I said and he simply nodded, getting his attention back to blaise. this time I noticed how he stole more looks at me, maybe he didn't like my presence there.
mattheo and I met many times, yet shared so few words. the only time we talked was for a divination project — he was my deskmate and mrs. trelawney paired us. mattheo didn't really work with me and left all the work to me while was probably fucking around. I recall us organizing a meeting to work together but he never showed up.
I decided to go look for pansy, my best friend, and see how she was doing.
"excuse me." I mutter as I leave my friends to merge into the crowd. it was so hard trying to spot a brown-haired girl in a room full of flashing colored lights and people moving around everywhere, but somehow I managed to find her eventually.
"pansy!" I called her out and she turned around, immediately smiling at the sight of me approaching her.
we hugged and talked for a bit, then she led me towards the alcohol.

(skip time)

my vision was corrupted by the amount of vodka drunk and weed smoked, I couldn't stop laughing with pansy as we literally took turns throwing up in the toilet.
"how are we still fucking alive...?" pansy panted, grinning.
"I don't know, but I swear this is the last time I'm getting this wasted... it's too much and the idea of smoking joints while drinking wasn't the best, huh?"
"oh sorry for trying to indulge your urge to get completely vulnerable and plastered."
I rolled my eyes, and then the women's restroom door opened wide. I couldn't perfectly see who it was, but I could tell by the manly figure that it wasn't a girl.
"oh sorry, ladies." a familiar voice said. mattheo? as pansy started to puke in the toilet again, I stood up from the cold floor and walked to him to have a better view.
"what the fuck? this is the girl's restroom." I said, stumbling to get to him.
he chuckled and smirked at the sight of me being that drunk and goofy, but I could tell he wasn't so sober either.
"I got confused. I drank a bit and couldn't see the sign on the door." he casually said, incredibly close to me.
and there something inside of me lit up. I didn't know what it was, but the way he spoke to me, finally shifting his attention on me, looking at me with those big brown eyes of his and his innocent face — and mattheo was everything but innocent — made me feel... attracted by him.
"you're here all alone, y/n?" his voice snapped me back to reality, the way he remembered and said my name was almost electrifying.
"there's pansy-" I couldn't finish my sentence as his hand reached out to brush a strand of my hair off my face. I just looked at him confused, captivated, and needy.
I realized at that moment that I wanted him, even casually, but I did.
"why that red lipstick?" he asked, a hint of anger in his voice.
"it matched the outfit."
"it doesn't suit you." he bitterly said. I was puzzled and slightly offended until he added something more.
"I'll ruin it for you." he said before crashing his lips to mine.
what the fuck. that's what I thought. I had always thought of him as the "womanizer" and the type of guy that will use you, leave you, and think he owns you but still not want anything serious. he was somehow famous in the school and I hated him, but maybe the alcohol made me a bit bolder, a bit less of a thinker, and I just found myself not pulling away from his lips.
he pushed me backward as he kissed me, his hands firmly gripping my hips as he pulled them towards his. I backed against a door, opening it with our weight and stepping in.
mattheo's hands were now wrapped around my waist and my arms around his neck. he forced me against the wall and kept devouring my mouth. it wasn't a sweet kiss, it was more an angry kiss as if he was letting all his anger out on me. I wasn't complaining, though.
his right hand started to wander under my top, getting to my bra and cupping my breast to squeeze it hard. I let out a moan at his gesture, and he immediately broke the kiss.
"wear less makeup next time," he said as he pulled away, opened the door, and headed towards the restroom exit. my lips were now swollen from the intensity of the kiss, and my red lipstick was almost fully gone. I stood there in confusion, looking at him with a mix of lust, anger, and disappointment.
damn.