Dusk and Desire - A Mattheo Riddle Story

The Bet

Five Months Ago

"Alright lads, another month, another paycheck for Mattheo," he said as he grinned and jingled the coins from Malfoy for good measure. 

"Oh, give it a rest. You earned your forty galleons, now shut up and spend them on something dumb like you always do," Draco groaned before taking a swig of butterbeer.

"Nah, I think I'll keep these. Spend them on something special." The smile hadn't left his face since it first appeared. Any excuse to torment Draco was good enough for Mattheo. The bloke just made it so easy. Meanwhile, if he tried to torment Theodore, his head would be cut clean off by Nott's vicious comebacks and if he tried to torment Enzo, the lad would just smile and not care at all. 

"I can't believe you went a month without sex," Enzo said before taking another drink of the beer he was holding. "That's insane for you. Not a wank or anything. Power to you, mate. Power to you."

Mattheo grinned. To be honest, he couldn't believe he lasted a whole month without having his dick touched for anything other than a solid piddle. It was bloody hell but you know what wasn't hell? Forty shiny galleons—twenty from Theo, who made the bet, and twenty from Draco, who was arrogant enough to try and get in on it. They'd been jingling in his pocket ever since he made them pay up.

"Ah, Enzo, you could go a month without sex," Mattheo teased. "You do that anyway."

Lorenzo smirked. "No, I definitely do not."

"Wha— You cheeky fucker! Do you have a girl you didn't tell us about?" Draco sputtered, mirroring what Theo and Mattheo were thinking. They were all so used to Enzo not really caring about girls. Sure, he got a good ride every now and then—a good-looking lad who was a banger at Quidditch wasn't exactly hurting for women—but he kept them casual and didn't speak of them often. And ever since he was named Quidditch captain, Mattheo expected Enzo to shove off women entirely and focus on the game. It was what all of them were expecting, considering Quidditch was practically Enzo's entire life. Well, Quidditch and his younger sister. Now, she was a ride...

"Maybe," Enzo grinned with his tongue in his cheek. "But that's a story for another day, lads."

Gobsmacked, Mattheo could do nothing but stare at his friend, who took another swig from his drink and stared at the rest of them as if he had the greatest secret in the world tucked in his back pocket. 

"Fine," Mattheo said, frustrated. He hated being kept out of the loop. There was a reason Theo always called him a "nosy fuck." "Then I bet that you have to tell us who the girl is!"

"That's not a real bet, Riddle," Draco scoffed as Enzo asked, "How much?"

"Three galleons. Not much to tell us a name."

"Still, three galleons is three galleons," Enzo mused, rubbing his jaw before looking up with deep blue eyes. "Alright. Cassiopeia Crane."

"The Hufflepuff?"

Enzo smiled. "That's the one."

"You two are shagging?" Draco asked with disbelief clearly written across his grey eyes.

"No," Enzo said simply.

"So then how—"

"Not yet, eh?" Mattheo hopped in with a joking tone as soon as he saw Enzo shift uncomfortably in his seat. "Enzo is just taking his time wooing the girl properly. Isn't that right?"

"You make it sound like I only want sex—"

"Yeah, yeah, we all know you're a good guy who likes women for their brain and their hearts, not their tits, yadda yadda."