CLOVER MARQUEZ !
I wasn't in the cabin when I woke up, I was in Mattheo's dorm in Hogwarts. It felt strange waking up after what had happened the night prior. It was the best night of my life, yes losing my virginity was painful but losing it to Mattheo made me feel an intense sense of happiness.
I turned to the side and realized I was completely naked except I was in one of Theo's shirts. He wasn't in bed with me, I was confused at first, staring around the room to figure where he was. He was no one where to be seen, I couldn't be bothered to get out of the bed so I just closed my eyes again. I could somehow feel him next to me then remembered what Snape had said in that memory, that we could feel each other where we're apart.
"Clover?" I heard a familiar voice coming from the other side of the room and I batted my eyelashes, trying to wake myself up.
"Draco?" I questioned. I pulled my blanket on me further not wanting him to see anything. The blonde closed the door behind him then looked around and caught my eye with a smirk.
"How was it?" He sat at the edge of the bed and I rolled my eyes, sitting up slightly, "And where is he?"
"It was- um, great. And I have no clue where he's gone."
Draco nodded then went to leave the room but Mattheo came out of the bathroom in just his boxers. Draco laughed to himself awkwardly and Mattheo shot him an annoyed look.
"I need to talk to you, mate, get some trousers on?" Draco suggested. Mattheo put his thumbs up then turned back around to walk into the bathroom, I couldn't help but laugh at the awkward interaction.
Draco stood waiting for a moment then looked over at me. "He's in a decent mood!? The sex must have been outstanding!" He exclaimed sarcastically and I chuckled, somehow feeling in a better mood than usual too.
We waited in silence for a few moments then Mattheo came out with some trousers and his shirt off. Draco tugged him over to the corner and they started whispering quietly which annoyed me.
"Why do you always have to be so secretive?" I groaned and the two boys stopped talking, looking over at me, "Are you talking about me? Because, you know, I'm all ears."
"Uh..." Draco looked at Mattheo for help and they both shook their heads. They started to talk quietly again and I stood up from the bed, pulling down the shirt so it covered my thighs more. I walked over exceptionally slowly and Draco turned to face me, then Mattheo. Both of them staring over my body. I stood in between the tall boys, pausing their conversation and they pretended that I wasn't there.
I grabbed onto Draco's tie and pulled him down to my level with a smirk. I knew Mattheo would hate this so my plan would work perfectly. I leaned near his face, still holding his tie tightly in my hand and whispered, "Tell me what you're talking about. Now."
"Clove, stop it." Mattheo hissed and grabbed me, taking me away from Draco, "It doesn't matter, you don't need to know."
"It's.." Draco seemed lost for words and Mattheo pulled me beside him, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"The Dark Lord..." Draco carried on but stopped for a moment, seeing Mattheo's hostile demeanour.
"Draco, we don't want to panic her, do we?"
"She needs to know." Draco took my hand and held it in his affectionately, "The Dark Lord is back. He could be close and we- we don't want you to feel tense or anxious. It's just...he knows about you and your brothers-"
"Me and Draco will make sure nothing bad will happen. Just keep close to us at all times, we don't want you falling into the wrong hands." Mattheo carried on and I nodded, sitting back down at the bed with my legs crossed, making sure the shirt covered my...downstairs.
"That reminds me, I need to um-make sure my brothers know I'm okay," I remarked, standing up from the bed and Draco left the dorm room.
Once Draco had gone, Mattheo closed the door and grabbed me, throwing me onto the bed. He embraced me as I rolled my eyes but ended up snuggling into his touch.
"Seducing Draco for information and a reaction out of me, not very intelligent." He muttered and the mood suddenly changed. He grabbed my thigh and pulled me around so that he was on top of me.
"Theo, I need to go." I pushed him off me and he pulled me back, snaking his hands down onto my arse. He pulled me onto his lap as he began to kiss my neck and I leaned to the side to stop him. The curtains around the bed started to close again and this caused Mattheo to smirk as he continued to kiss my neck.
"Theooo! I'll be back in a sec." I whispered before tearing myself from him, sauntering over to Mattheo's drawers and purposefully leaned down to pick out some of his trousers. I turned to see him staring, his eyes desperate and needy. I put on the trousers before unlocking the door and quickly leaving the room.
I found Léon and Xavier's dorm, the two of them were in there looking through books.
They turned around and stood up exactly when they saw me, a relieved look on both their faces.
"Where did you go? We were worried sick!" Léon exclaimed. He looked over as if he was checking if I was okay.
"I was- visiting an old friend." I lied and Xav laughed really loudly.
"Yeah yeah, an 'old friend'. More like visiting a good fuck." Xav stuck his tongue out and hugged me as I reached him, "Eugh you smell manly."
"Thanks?" I wasn't really sure what to say and Léon hugged me after Xavier. The two of them seemed glad that I was okay.
"Were you with Mattheo?" Léon questioned and I bit my lip, looking down awkwardly, wondering whether I should tell them anything.
"No, I wasn't." I lied...again, "I was with a friend that I made in the..orphanage. She wanted to meet again."
"Pfft, suree." Xav winked at me and I shoved him to the side.
"Well, I have matters to attend to." I began to walk away and I heard Xav giggling in the background.
"Better make those 'matters' quick. We have breakfast in 10 minutes." He grinned and I closed the door behind me. I wasn't hungry at all and I'd much rather spend time with my soulmate than watch Cathy show off that she and Timmy are dating.
I ran back to Mattheo's dorm and jumped straight onto the bed, next to where he was laid. He was reading some book about the dark arts.
He put the book down once he saw that I had joined him then spread his legs out slightly as if he was inviting me to sit in between them.
I shuffled to sit in between his legs and he wrapped his arms around me in an instant. One of his hands was on my thigh and he softly circled his hand over the trouser material.
I could feel his hair dangling against the side of my head and his lips began to press against my cheek lightly.
"How can we trust Draco?" I forced out and Mattheo stopped moving his hands against my thigh. I could feel his tongue lolling around his cheek and I turned to face him, seeing his blank expression.
"Well, we can't. But-" he paused as if he was trying to find the right thing to say, "I've known him for ages and he isn't one to lie to me. He would never go against me and if he did-He wouldn't."
"Okay..." I kept my eyes on him and he seemed quite nervous, "How can I trust you? I mean- You're his son so doesn't that mean something?"
He rolled his eyes and laid back on the bed, pulling me down with him. He brushed his fingers through my hair extremely slowly and gently.
"What? You don't trust me?" He said, confusion laced in his voice. His lips twisted upwards slightly as I angrily looked down. He tilted my head back up with his forefinger.
I didn't speak, I just felt myself sink into his eyes. Infinite emotions swirling through his iris. His eyelashes fluttered as I sadly looked at him. I had forgotten that he was the Dark Lords' son and I had suddenly begun to remember that maybe he was secretly working with him.
"My father-The Dark Lord hasn't given me any duties regarding you. He doesn't know about us unless someone has told him. I'm not really sure how he found out that you were a Marquez. I think someone close to you could be working for him. It could be Malfoy for all I know, but I feel that it's someone else. So, I think it would be best if you stuck with me and...Malfoy if needs be."
"I'll just refrain from spilling secrets." I whispered, "I have my suspicions of who could be on his side."
"Tell me?" He questioned, moving my hair out of my eyes and I scratched my arm.
"Don't you think Audenzia is a bit strange?"
"Fledeen? I haven't seen her since we went to Ilvermony."
"Yeah, she's too old to go to Hogwarts. She's kind of secretive though, mysterious. And she's always in her room, writing. Who on earth could she be writing to?"
I thought to myself. Maybe this was ignorant of me, maybe she was writing to a family member. Suspecting that she's plotting against me is pretty far-fetched, even for me.
"Her family are notorious American purebloods. I met her a couple of times when we were younger, my father was very interested in her family. I hated them. All of them. Her parents were irritating, loud and phew- extremely bad-tempered. Audenzia is okay, well compared to the rest of them. She could be a death eater or may work for my father but I really don't see her working for him. She seems too kind to be associating with the Dark Lord. I'll keep a good eye on her though, she could be a potential threat."
"Thank you. When's class?" I snuggled against his chest and he grimaced.
"About 15 minutes." He said, smirking.
We both stared at each other, waiting for someone to make a move. He looked as if he was ready to pounce whereas I was waiting for him to.
I pushed him down onto the bed and got on top of him, catching him by surprise. He cocked an eyebrow at me and I pulled off the trousers I was wearing and dropped them to the side, they had been annoying me as they were so loose.
His hands gripped my arse as I came back on top of him, straddling him.
I started to pull down his trousers which were already quite low, showing his glorious V-line that I couldn't get enough of. I looked up at him and he nodded, knowing exactly what I was thinking.
"I missed you, you know? That whole month being without you was hard." He said, his voice wavering slightly and I stopped pulling his trousers, leaving my hand against his navel.
"I missed you so much." I smiled, leaning over to peck his lips. His cheeks were slightly flushed and his eyes wandered over my face, scanning it.
I shifted back down and reached for his boxer strap, tracing the material, feeling the softness against my fingertips. Mattheo watched me inquisitively as I took in the emotions I was feeling in this instant. He grabbed my wrist and began to go through every single emotion I was feeling. Casually yet quickly. He forced his way into the deepest depths of my mind, finding the sentiments that were only meant for me. He tightened his grip around my wrist, feeling the extremely powerful emotions surging through the back of my mind then let go.
The feeling was strange, delightful, incredible.
I couldn't understand his feelings. They were so confusing to me and I started to drift away from reality as I stared at his ankles, nervous to look up.
I tried to figure out the emotion that was exceeding the others. Infatuation? Love? Both?
There was a whole load of obsessiveness blended in too which seemed to seep through when he gripped my wrist roughly.
I hadn't realised that I was no longer in his bed, I was in the infirmary, only just woken up from felt like an infinite slumber.
I could feel a hand on my cheek, a thumb slightly caressing my cheekbone.
Once my eyes opened the hand moved away and I saw Mattheo sat by me. The situation reminded me of the last time we were in the infirmary together... deja vu?
At first, I thought I was dreaming and I stared wide-eyed at Mattheo who was studying my features sweetly.
"What happened?"
"You passed out on top of me, darling." Mattheo laughed and I widened my eyes as he crossed his legs on the chair, "Snape says that I was 'feeling too much', too overwhelming for you."
"What did I miss?" I wondered, pondering what time it was. I stared out the window and it seemed quite dark so I supposed I missed the lessons. I was glad.
"Nothing really. Umbridge gave us a 'special' sex education class, a bit more detailed. It was funny as fuck." He chuckled and I put my hand out of the covers.
"Show me your memories?"
"Maybe later." He pushed my hand back under the covers. My back ached as I tried to pull myself up.
"I need to show you something," Mattheo whispered, picking up his diary from his pocket and laying it on the bedside table.
"I want you to go through it." He opened it and flicked to the first page, "I'll change it so that you're in my point of view."
"I'm tired." I groaned. He ignored me and opened the diary.
"I could push it into your mind, instead. But that will probably make you faint again."
I grabbed the diary off him but once I touched it, I had been transported into his mind.
The first day of 5th year.
I went through each memory, seeing his thoughts when he first looked at me. They felt barren though as if there was a part of his thoughts missing. As I kept going through, the thoughts began to get smaller, there was a missing part and I couldn't figure it out. He had forgotten to write something in his diary, I just knew it.
"Something is missing." I said once I got back and he raised an eyebrow, "There's something you forgot to write about, I couldn't focus on the memories."
He scratched his head and sat next to me on the bed.
"I can't write everything in a diary, can I?"
"Yeah. Well, that was fun." I paused for a second, feeling my belly rumble, "Do you have any food?"
"I do." He picked up some chicken soup from a container then heated it with a charm.
He picked up a spoon then began to feed me the soup. I rolled my eyes, trying to grab the spoon so that I could do it myself but he didn't let me take it from him. He kept feeding me until we saw Draco coming in with Cathy following, the two of them sat next to Mattheo anxiously.
"We need to talk to you, Theo," Cathy spoke and my eyes narrowed. Why was she calling him Theo?
"Not right now. I'm busy." Mattheo said coolly, keeping his eyes on mine and I looked at him weirdly. He set the soup down and shifted to the side so that his legs were hanging off the bed.
"Now." Cathy hissed, her eyes becoming as fiery as her hair. Mattheo groaned then turned to face them.
"Theo, it's important." Draco whispered then his lips parted when he saw me, "Actually, we'll-uh-we-we'll go."
They quickly walked away, whispering to each other on their way out. Mattheo looked at me as if nothing had happened and stretched his arms.
"What was that about?" I questioned and Mattheo shook his head, dryly watching them as they left. He muttered something under his breath before turning to face me.
"Nothing."
"Why is Cathy calling you 'Theo' all of a sudden?"
He looked around, searching for an answer then met my eyes, he looked quite worried.
"I can't tell you." He replied and I sat at the edge of the bed, then stood up walking through the infirmary. I began to mindlessly walk away. I really wanted to get back in my comfy bed so I went straight towards the infirmary door and left, not even looking behind me.
I walked all the way to my dorm and bumped into Cathy on the way in.
"Cathy..." I mumbled, "What's up?"
"It's-nothing..." She replied, smiling an obviously fake smile.
Mattheo came down the dorm corridors and Cathy rushed away to Timothy's dorm.
I locked the door of my dorm behind me as he came in and sat with me at my bed. We sat in silence for ages then I suddenly opened my mouth but didn't speak.
"Good night."
"Night."
I heard him leave the room and I suddenly felt lonely. I tried my best to fall asleep, trying not to think the worst about Cathy.
.
"She looks quite pale, don't you think?"
"Hmm."
I squeezed my eyes open slightly to see Draco and Mattheo leaning over my bed. Draco was staring at me whereas Mattheo was doing something with his wand.
"What...what are you doing in here?" I scrunched my eyes then pushed Draco out of the way so that I could stand up. My legs felt slightly wobbly as I walked over to the bathroom.
"I need...need to shower." I drawled, my head hurt and my body ached as I clambered to the door.
"Do you need any help?" Mattheo asked and I shook my head, entering the bathroom.
I heard the boys talking faintly in the other room but tried to ignore it. I could barely remember anything that happened yesterday. I remembered waking up in the night in the infirmary but that's it...nothing else. It felt as if there was a block in my memory, an empty one.
I stripped off my clothes then slid open the shower door and went in, turning on the hot water. Everything felt tranquil for once, all I was focusing on was the sound of water spewing from the showerhead. I leaned my shoulder against the glass then heard the talking outside getting louder. I tried to listen.
"Don't you know what you did to me?!" Draco's voice emerged from the other side of the wall, "You chose me!"
"I didn't interfere, it was my father," Mattheo spoke back, quieter.
The continued shouting and talking became drowned out by the sound of the water. I couldn't be bothered to figure out what they were arguing about.
There was complete silence. Then footsteps, the door opened.
I moved away from the glass and sighed lightly when I saw Mattheo. He had a stubborn, irritable look plastered on his face as he came in. I supposed Draco had left.
He didn't speak, he silently watched me then began to pull off his clothes. I leaned against the marble wall of the shower as he slid open the glass door.
There was condensation on the windows and steam filling the air, I could barely see him through the glass. He came inside and I put my hands over my body on impulse, I had never showered with anyone before. I felt embarrassed.
I eyed him as he closed the door behind him then walked towards me. The area was small, compact, not really meant for two people. I kept my back against the cold wall and he chuckled, standing under the shower then pulling me off the wall. I kept my hands on my chest as he slid me under the shower with him, his hand gripping my waist.
"Don't be embarrassed." He whispered, sliding my hands away from my body then onto his waist. He scanned my body for a moment before whispering, "You're perfect. Don't ever be embarrassed around me."
My cheeks began to heat up as he held me against him, letting the water glide down my body. I closed my eyes and slid into his comfort, then suddenly realised that the water wasn't the only thing gliding down my body. I could feel his hands touching me, they were soapy and soft against my skin.
I slightly tensed at the sudden touch and pried open my eyes. He was behind me, my back against his chest and his hands travelling over my body.
He kissed me again and again.
—
"Fuck. We're gonna be late to class!" I tried to get out of his arms but this only caused him to hold me tighter.
"We have potions, Snape lets me off." He smirked and I rolled my eyes.
"I actually would like to do well in potions." I grinned and he looked at me as if I was stupid.
"Hmm, sure." He let me stand up and turned off the shower. He seemed quite sweaty and was still breathing extremely quickly.
He reached for my inner thigh and tilted it to the side to see that the cut he had made slowly scarring.
We left the shower and dried off before putting on towels, going back into my bedroom.
There was no one in there, luckily but the door to our dorm had been left slightly open. I locked in quickly before putting on my school clothes.
Once we were both dressed I realised that I had accidentally put on Mattheo's robe, it was massive on me. He smirked once he saw that I had it on and the strong smell of cologne burned my senses.
We left the room to see Colin Creevey somehow in the Slytherin dorms taking pictures of us and there was also a group of Slytherin's hanging around our door. Even Hermione Granger was stood there with Harry.
I covered my eyes with my arm at the sudden flash of the camera. Draco was awkwardly stood to the side and Mattheo was furious.
"Fuck off, mudblood!" Draco said to Colin and he ran away quickly, taking pictures on his way out. I gave Draco an angry look and he shook his head as if he was clearing his thoughts.
"They...were listening," Draco whispered to us and we both froze in shock.
"Get out!" Mattheo shouted and I snorted out of embarrassment. Almost everyone had gone except my friends, brothers and Pansy.
"Fucking slut. Pulling Draco and Mattheo, you're vile." She laughed before turning around and walking away. I didn't say anything back, she didn't deserve the satisfaction.
Xav was laughing his head off and then Snape came through out of nowhere.
"I knew you two were fucking!!" Xav was howling with laughter and Snape pushed him out of the way.
"Get to class, now!" Snape growled and everyone left the dorm corridors, leaving me, Draco and Mattheo.
"You three, a word." He dragged Draco along the corridor by the collar and we awkwardly followed until we reached an empty classroom.
"In!" Snape exclaimed and we went in, sitting at a desk near the front of the class. Mattheo looked completely bored and Draco was trying not to laugh. I was just shocked, confused at what exactly was happening.
"Why am I here-"
"Be quiet, Malfoy!" Snape cut him off then leaned over the desk to look at the three of us, "What were you thinking? Letting the whole Slytherin house and others listen to you-to your intimacy. I will be deducting house points for this! And Malfoy, you could've closed the door and cast a silencing charm."
"But, sir! I was busy with other things!" Draco argued and Snape sat back against a chair. I was lost for words.
"You're going to be the talk of the school." He eyed me and Mattheo, "The Dark Lord could find out about this. You don't want him to find out about this. So please, be careful."
"Sorry, sir." I managed to say and Mattheo pushed the desk forwards angrily, running out of the classroom.
"Riddle! Get back here!" Snape furiously stood from his desk and ran behind him, his robes fluttering as he left the classroom.
Me and Draco were the last ones left. He burst into laughter, tears forming in his eyes as he thwacked his hands on the table from laughing so much.
"Funniest day of my life!" He remarked and my lips curved slightly. He caught my eye then took a deep breath, trying to stop himself from laughing again.
"I'm glad that people listening to us fuck was very entertaining to you," I said sarcastically.
"Sorry. I shouldn't-I should be focused on keeping you safe." His demeanour suddenly changed to a friendlier look, "What do you think Theo's doing?"
"No clue." I tried to think about where you could've been running off to so suddenly, "Something bad, probably."
"Maybe he really needed a shit?"
I snorted and played through his angry expression in my head, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Why were you arguing with him earlier? I heard you saying something about being chosen."
"It's nothing, love." He smiled then looked down sadly. I put my hand on his and caressed his knuckles, his hand slightly twitched at my touch but he let me touch him freely after a few moments.
"I'm here if you need to talk about it."
"Thanks." He jerked his hand away and fixed his shirt.
After a few seconds of silence, the door smashed open, Mattheo came in. His hands and face were covered with blood. He was smirking profusely and locked the door behind him, using a spell to keep it completely locked.
"Are you fucking mad?!" I screamed, "What did you do!?"
"That Creevey bitch." He said, a sinister smirk becoming larger on his face, "I fucking...almost killed him. Almost."
I didn't look at him, I stared at Draco for help and he seemed to be enjoying the whole situation.
"Finally! That idiot mudblood was getting on my nerves. Taking a picture every second! You should've killed him right there and then."
"What?! Draco, I thought you changed? Theo, why would you do that, are you out of your mind?!"
"Sorry, darling. Didn't know you were that attached." He taunted then sat down next to me, trying to wipe the blood from his face. The stench of it filled the room. I couldn't bear to look at his murderous eyes. He looked like his father, in that terrifying picture in his dorm, exactly like him.
Pure evil.
A beautiful monster.