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Elliot's POV

I woke up surprisingly no to the stupid sun. Slytherins were in the dungeon so out room were under water, which not only lead to savings for curtain but also a vitamin whatever deficiency.

I look up to see Mattheo sitting, back slantedly rested on the head board, reading a comic he had stolen from. Well at this I point I don't think we own any comic because we just take ach others.

"Oh the devil's awake" he greets me which I just chuckle still a little sleepy.

"Good morning angle" he kisses my forehead without a doubt of, not butterflies, freaking crows in my stomach. Those three words heat my cheeks.

"Wasn't I a devil" I questioned lamely.

"Both" He smiles.

"Ew, we haven't showered since the quidditch match, and now we're all sticky" I say in disgust but not even thought of taking my hand on his chest came across my mind.

"Well, we better shower, classes start in a while" he says getting off. I smirk seeing the nail marks on his shoulder blades.

"Nice ass riddle" I catcalled as he walks to the washroom.

"Shut up before I fuck the shit out of yours Spellman" he said, I could hear that smirk. I just laid their under the big covers missing his body next to mine. I could stop smiling as mind goes back to everything last night. The way he went gentle to a sudden brutality. Something told me that was just the beginning of how rough he was. The thought sent an ocean down there again, fucking great.

Mattheo came out, I thought he was showering?

He walked over to me pulling body out of the warm covers into the cold. "Mattheo it's cold" I whined like a child. But I stop complaining feeling my body hit warm water.

"Wow, you fuck up my legs then run me a bath how adorable" I joked.

"Well I'd be a dick if just left you take care of your irresponsible ass" he said while I let out a small giggle. My body was still tired as Mattheo brushed his teeth.

"Theo, come here" I groan like a child calling for their mom.

"I thought you'd never asked" he joked in a very energetic tone and came behind me into his charcoal black hot tub. Lucky bastard got his own fancy ass washroom. I rested against his chest listening to the music lightly played from the room. I got lost in my thoughts as I played with the soap foam.

"What you thinking about?" I asked Mattheo sensing the familiar emotion of anxiety and uneasiness.

"I don't want to ruin the mood" I say quietly placing a kiss on my shoulder.

"Nothing can ruin the mood beside me dying for an answer" I say turning to him.

"Just last night" he said in defeat.

"What about last night?" I asked.

"I just process the fact you chose me" I smirked.

"Oh god, your ego is taller than mount Everest at this point riddle" I say ad he chuckles.

"Voldemort's going to kill us" I say after a long periods of silence. "I'm surprised he hasn't called us yet"

"That's because I spoke to him yesterday before the match" I said.

"What?" I asked, he walked into fire, how the fuck did he come back out without a burn.

"My father in a murderous freak for power, not a rapist El" he says looking into my eyes, i slightly flinch at the specific word. "I was surprised when he said that was a little too far, like the man had a little sympathy"