Word Count: 4,058.
Warnings: SMUT (Will be specified when it starts)
"Wait, so you just apologised, and he gave you Nika back?" Blaise asked me, confused.
We were sat in the stands of the Quidditch pitch. Slytherin had training and considering that none of us had anything better to do, we let Draco and Theo drag us with them early on Saturday morning.
I thought back on my memories of the day before. "Yeah," I answered. "It seemed that he just wanted an apology."
"That doesn't sound like my father," Mattheo commented, bringing an arm around my side and pulling me into him. "I still wish you told us about the letter."
I sighed. "I know, but I couldn't let you go back there." Looking up at him, I gave him a worried look. "Not after what happened at Christmas."
He flinched slightly at the mention of the holiday, kissing the top of my head and pulling me back into his chest.
"I can't believe I didn't notice," Pansy muttered. "My own girlfriend was missing, and I didn't know."
Reaching forward to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, I gave her a small smile. "It's not your fault. Nika likes to disappear, I wouldn't have noticed anything if he hadn't sent me the letter. Besides, I just got a letter from my dad, she's fine. Perfect actually. Itching to get out of Grimmauld Place."
Pansy smiled, nodding lightly, but I could still see the fear in her eyes for the Gryffindor. I'm sure that I only mirrored her.
The visit to Malfoy Manor was a bit of a blur actually, but the memories of what happened were clear to me. I got to the house, entered and apologised to Voldemort for my display before Christmas. Then, he gave my friend back to me. I found myself thinking that Mattheo was right. That didn't sound like him, but who am I to question it when we got Nika back?
The sound of brooms and voices echoed out on the field, loud enough so that we could identify the voices we knew but quiet enough so that we could still hear each other speak.
Blaise let out a sigh, opening back up a copy of the latest Quibbler edition and beginning to read.
"What was going on with you Blaise?" I asked him, leaning back into my boyfriend who was on the bench above me. He wrapped his arms around me from behind. "You seem more interactive that you were yesterday."
"I'm over it," he told us quickly. "Had a little meltdown for no reason, but I assure you I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine."
"Say it one more time and I'll believe you," I told him.
Turning to look at me, the dark-skinned boy took a breath. "I'm fine."
"You shouldn't be reading that," another voice joined the conversation and I turned to find Potter approaching us on the stands.
"Come to watch the opponents train Potter?" I asked him but he simply shook his head, pointing a finger towards Blaise.
"Umbridge banned people reading The Quibbler," he told us.
I laughed. "You're fucking kidding me," I commented but Harry simply shook his head, holding out a piece of parchment to me. It was a smaller version of one of Umbridge's Decree's.
BY ORDER OF THE HIGH INQUISITIOR OF HOGWARTS
Any student found in possession of the magazine The Quibbler will be expelled.
The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-Seven.
Signed: Dolores Jane Umbridge, High Inquisitor
"Fuck off," Mattheo spoke from above me, looking over my shoulder to read the Decree. "Expelled?"
"That's bullshit," Pansy commented.
Blaise closed the magazine, tucking it under his robes. "Would not like to get expelled for reading," he told us.
Shaking my head with a scoff, I spoke again. "This woman is mental. How much longer are we going to have to put up with her?"
"Until the Ministry believes that Professor Dumbledore isn't after the Minister's job," Harry told us.
I turned quickly. "You're kidding. They think Dumbledore wants to be Minister for Magic. Well, that is absurd."
"Any sane person wouldn't believe that the Headmaster wants to be Minister," Riddle told Potter.
"That's exactly the point," Harry started, taking a seat beside me. "They're not sane."
"They do know that Dumbledore has turned down a spot on the International Confederation of Magic right?" I asked him.
"The what?" Pansy asked.
"It's the board above the Minister. They control all magic. Dumbledore was chosen by the Chilen but he turned it down."
"Where do you learn this stuff and what the fuck is a Kilin?" Blaise asked me.
"First, it's a Chilen, and it's a rare creature that can spot a pure-hearted soul and I mean, all of this is in our History of Magic book, do you not read?"
Pansy shook her head with a laugh. "I forgot that you were smart for a second," she commented.
"I'm going to take that as a compliment," I told her.
"I'm sure it was," Mattheo started, leaning forward to rest his head on my shoulder. "What else would it be? Surely not an insult as there is not a thing to insult you about." He kissed my cheek.
"You are such a flirt," I told the boy, feeling my cheeks tinge red with blush.
"It's working, isn't it?" he asked, whispering into my ear.
"You guys are disgusting," Blaise told us. Pansy nodded in agreement.
"We're in love," Mattheo told them, and my stomach fluttered at the word. "Give us a break."
"Here comes Nott and Malfoy," Pansy told us, causing Riddle to move away from me slightly and sit up so that he could see the two boy's approach.
Harry stood suddenly. "Lyra, can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked.
I turned to him, finding the boy looking nervously at the two Slytherin's making their way up the stands. They were conversing between each other, neither having noticed that the Gryffindor was here yet.
I nodded. "Of course."
Untangling myself from my boyfriend, I turned around to give him a gentle kiss before moving to follow Harry out of the Quidditch Stadium.
Riddle caught my hand, bringing my attention back to him. "Astronomy Tower, 6 o'clock."
I scrunched my forehead in confusion. "What?" I asked him.
"I have a surprise for you," he told me. "Will you be there?"
I nodded. "I'll be there."
Passing the rest of them a small smile, I quickly followed after Harry, leaving the stands and making my way out onto the grounds of Hogwarts.
"What's going on Potter?" I asked him, turning to look at him, already finding the boy to have stopped. He was now pacing back and forth.
"I think I'm going crazy," he told me.
"Okay," I replied to his odd behaviour. "Do you want to expand on that?"
He let out a strained huff. "I think I'm gay."
My eyes widened as I let out a short laugh, I nodded. "I know."
He looked shocked. "What?"
"I know." Shaking my head, I approached his side, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I know."
He let out a sigh. "But that's not the bad part," he started.
"It's who you feel for?" I tried to which he simply nodded.
His eyes moved the stadium. "Two conversations. Two genuine conversations and it's like –"
I knew who he was talking about. "Like there's no room for anyone else. Like there was never any room for anyone else."
He nodded. "I'm going crazy. He hates me. I hate him."
"He doesn't hate you," I told him. "He just can't say no to his father."
Potter shook his head. "Surely his rotten behaviour can't simply be because of Lucius."
"You'd be surprised what Draco would do to please that man."
Harry turned back to the Quidditch pitch. "What do I do?"
I placed a hand on his shoulder. "That depends on whether you want to follow your head or your heart."
"Which is right?" he asked.
"I choose my heart, but in choosing my heart, danger surrounds us, and we both know that following your heart will be dangerous."
"Then why did you?" he asked, turning to look at me. "Follow your heart."
I took a deep breath. "Because I love him."
Harry nodded. "Thanks," he told me, gently shrugging my shoulder off and moving away. "I'll see you around Black."
I let out a sigh. "Potter," I called after him, but he just shook his head.
"I'll figure it out. Thanks for the advice."
I gave him a smile, to which he returned quickly before turning away from me and hurrying down the hill and into the corridors of Hogwarts.
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It was cold when I made it to the top of the Astronomy Tower that evening. I was early and surprised to find that Riddle was already there.
He didn't notice as I entered, rushing around the placed with his wand, setting out a blanket on the ground and taking candles from the basket with a spell. I smiled.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
He turned quickly, as though caught like a deer in headlights. He looked around him and then back to me, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"You're early," he told me.
"Did I not tell you that? I am always early," I replied.
"I was... I was setting up a date for us," he revealed, and I smiled wider, letting out a small laugh.
"A date?" I asked him, approaching him slowly and resting my elbows on his shoulders, hands extending past his head. He rest his hands on my hips. "This is adorable."
"I was going for romantic," he told me, turning his head away.
I brought one hand back, turning his head to look at me. "You're adorable," I told him, bringing my head forward and kissing him softly.
*SMUT*
He kissed me back, harder than I had and I found my arms returning to their original position behind his head. His thumbs rubbed along the skin of my hip, tucking themselves underneath the clothes that I wore.
"Riddle," I sighed, pulling away from him for a moment. Our eyes met. My heart hammering in my chest and stomach swirling with a craving feeling, I found that his eyes held the same question that mine did. We both wanted the same thing.
Without speaking another word, I pushed against him, my lips locking on his again. He jumped in shock but was quick to reply, kissing me with the same hunger.
He turned me around, pushing my body up against the beams of the tower. I flinched at the cold metal against my back.
He moved his head to look at me, worry blossoming on his face. "Are you alright?" he asked. "Did I hurt you?"
He tried to pull away, but I kept a firm hold on him, shaking my head. "Cold metal beams," I told him.
He nodded, looking at me fondly. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I nodded. "Yes, I am. Are you?"
He smiled. No, he smirked. "Oh yes. I am very sure."
Instead of attacking my lips with a kiss again, he brought his mouth to my neck, peppering kisses along my collarbone. I gasped at the contact, hand moving into his hair and running my fingers through his brown curls.
Changing sides, he began to kiss along my neck again. I gasped in pleasure, and I could feel him smile against my skin.
Pulling his head up, I captured his lips in mine, keeping a hand on his cheek. Riddle's hands moved further down my hips.
"Jump," he told me between a kiss.
I jumped, Mattheo's hand moving to support my tights, holding me up in his arms.
He moved away from the beam, gently placing me down onto the blanket he had laid out. Resting himself in between my legs, Riddle continued to kiss me, supporting himself with his hands by my head.
"I don't think this is what you had planned," I told him as the boy moved back to my neck, kissing it again and beginning to move lower down my collarbone.
"I mean, I didn't plan it for first course but," he told me, looking up into my eyes for a moment. "I'm not complaining."
He smirked again. Damn, that smirk. It did things to me.
"Help me take my top off," I told him.
He perked a brown but was quick to comply, moving back so that I could sit up, bringing my arms above my head and letting him pull it off.
I wasted no time in wrapping my fingers around the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up over his head so that his torso was now in plain view.
I ran a hand from the middle of his collarbone down his toned chest and brought it around his side, pushing the boy's back to move him closer to me.
Riddle laughed, taking the push and encasing his lips with mine again. Reaching down, I began to unbutton my trousers.
Riddle stopped my hands, pulling away for a moment to look down at me. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. "I know that you haven't –"
"Had sex before?" I finished for him. "Yes, I know, but I have to do it at some point otherwise I'll be a thirty-year old virgin," I joked, moving my head upward to kiss along his neck, bringing my mouth up to his ear and biting it lightly.
Mattheo moaned. "I mean, are you sure you want to do this with me?" he asked.
Smiling, I pulled away for a moment, supporting myself with my hands as I watched him sigh.
"I love you," I told him plainly. "So yes, I'm sure."
He smiled at that, taking over for me and quickly pulling the trousers from my waist, moving them down my legs.
"Eager," I commented as he reached my feet, pulling the article of clothing from my body and tossing it aside.
Smiling, Mattheo took my leg, bending it at the knees and kissing my inner calf. I gasped, tilting my head back against the blanket as his lips got higher up, passing over my thighs and quickly approaching somewhere that I found aching for him.
Instead of going any further, Riddle brought his head back to mine, kissing me hard once before bringing his lips down my neck, pressing soft kisses down my chest, passed my bra and onto my stomach where he continued to get lower, fingers rimming the skin beneath the band of my underwear.
I sighed in content, closing my eyes in a sort of pleasure. I wanted him to touch me. I needed him to touch me. I needed him.
Taking firm hold of his head, I pulled Mattheo back up to me, encompassing his lips in a hard kiss. Taking the hint, Riddle began to run his fingers up and down my ribs, sending shivers through my body.
I brought my hands around to my back as his kissing pulled me off the blanket, wanting for more, and I quickly unclasped my bra, throwing it to the side.
Riddle gasped as his hands touched the naked side of my ribs. He looked up at me with a hesitant gaze, almost nervous.
I nodded to him, leading the boy to leave a trail of butterfly kisses down my neck and then his lips surrounded my nipple, swirling his tongue around it in a circular motion.
I moaned, pleasure pushing its way through my body as I found my back beginning to arch against him. He smiled. I could feel him smiling as his head moved from one side and he began to move his tongue along my other nipple.
"Fuck," I cursed, biting my lip. "How many times have you done this?" I asked him, breathless.
His hands moved down my sides, his right one moving across my stomach and he lightly tucked his thumb under the band of my underwear.
"Not too many times," he told me.
"Then how... do you know what... you're doing?" I asked, swallowing after each phrase.
His hand moved passed my underwear, fingers moving up and down my folds. I gasped, head hitting the ground.
"Fuck," he cursed. "Are you turned on or something?" he asked.
I nodded. "Fuck, Riddle, keep doing that."
Pleasure ran through me, a pleasure that I had never felt before and as his fingers changed from stroking to circling as he brought his thumb up, running circles around my clit, I found myself moaning again, my hands extending outwards to grasp onto the blanket.
He brought his head up, kissing me gently as his thumb still circled my clit. My mouth stayed open as the feeling grew stronger and he switched to kissing my neck, leaving marks as he did.
"Take your fucking trouser off Mattheo," I told him, bringing my hands down to tug on the material around his waist.
He wasted no time in complying, taking his hands from me for a moment, the feeling of pleasure stunted. He stood up, pulling the trousers from his feet and throwing it and his shoes and socks across the floor.
He descended quickly, attacking my neck with kisses again. He moved back and forth, rubbing himself against me in an even more pleasurable feeling.
I heard him grunt in pleasure as he moved his lips back to my breasts, running circles around my nipple.
I placed firm hands on his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his waist and flipping the boy over so that I now sat on top of him.
He gasped, hands placing themselves firmly on my waist as I leaned down to kiss him gently. I found myself moving back and forth against him, the pleasurable feeling returning.
Hs head hit against the ground. "Fuck," he cursed.
I smiled lightly, taking his head in my hand and lifting the boy up into a sitting position. I continued to move back and forth against him, Riddle now supporting himself with his hand against the ground.
Abruptly, I stood up, moving away from him for a moment. I looked down at him, scanning my eyes over his body. Bringing my eyes down to where I knew he was feeling it too, I saw a large bulge poking from his underwear.
He blushed, breathing heavy as he watched me carefully. Looking into his eyes, I felt no hesitation in pulling my underwear down and looking back up at him.
His eyes scanned my body as mine had his and I could see the hunger in his face as he shook his head. "You're beautiful," he told me, bringing his eyes back to mine. "Now you better get the fuck over here now before I burst."
I laughed lightly. "Take yours off too."
He wasted no time in pulling his underwear off, throwing them away as I descended on him and wrapping my legs around his waist.
I looked down at him as his hand moved around to my back, moving downward. "Are you ready?" he asked me, swallowing.
I nodded. "Yes."
With that, I felt him move against me and I pushed myself onto him, feeling pain shoot through my body at his entrance.
Riddle moved his hands up to my back as he eased me down, resting his head on my shoulder.
We sat still for a moment until our eyes met again and the pain faded from my body. I nodded to him to which he took my waist in his arms and began moving me up and down on top of him.
I gasped as the pain turned to pleasure, tilting my head up to the sky. He moaned, kissing my nipples one at a time before encasing them with his lips and swirling circles around their skin.
I kept moving myself up and down, finding myself placing my hands on his thighs for support.
Soon my moans became louder as his breath quickened. I brought my hands to the back of his neck, bringing his head up to kiss him, moaning into his mouth.
He brought his hand around to my back and turned us over quickly, placing his hands on either side of my head.
He began to thrust into me again, moving my back against the blanket. My hands moved to the material beside me, grasping it tightly as my body began to shudder in pleasure.
Slowly Riddle took himself out of me completely before pushing himself all the way into me, causing me to gasp each time.
My eyes met his, one hand moving up to grasp itself around his neck. His hands moved themselves to my waist as he took a firm hold of me, speeding up his thrusts.
I moaned loudly, head falling back against the ground and eyes closing. My hands moved above my head and suddenly one of Riddle's hands had clasped around them, his face moving into my view as he continued to move in and out at me at a fast pace.
He leaned down, head resting beside mine as his thrusts became harder, a knot beginning to form in my stomach as he did.
I released my hands from his grip, wrapping them around his torso, moving my fingers down his spine and digging my nails into his back. This only seemed to turn him on more, the boy on top of me moaning in pleasure as he breathing became faster.
Mine joined him, letting out noises of pleasure at every thrust. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cursed.
At the sound of my words, Riddle's left hand moved down my side and wrapping around my thigh. Somehow the movement of my leg changed the direction of his thrust, the pleasure running through my body growing quicker than it had before.
I gasped. "Oh, right there," I told him, nails digging further into his back.
I felt him smile, continuing to thrust into me but they had become slower as I felt his breathing quicken again.
He brought his head up to look down at me, hair tussled by our movement and face riddled with pleasure.
I moved up to kiss him, biting his lip as the feeling increased again. "Riddle," I sighed.
"Yes?" he asked, breathless.
"I think. I think –"
He nodded. "Me too."
Our forehead lay against each other as he took a couple of more thrusts before he took one last hard jolt towards me, the knot in my stomach dissolving all at once in a final outburst of pleasure.
My legs shook around him, hands falling back against my head as the wave washed through me.
He moaned in pleasure, hands wrapping around my waist as his head rest against my shoulder.
I sighed, head resting back against the blanket, breathing heavy. Riddle slowly lift his head up to look at me, kissing my lips softly.
He turned himself over, collapsing against the ground beside me.
I looked to him, resting my cheek against the soft blanket. He turned to look at me with a smile.
"That was fucking amazing," he told me with a hand on his chest.
I blushed. "Why thanks."
"Are you sure that was your first time?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Yeah," I paused, turning my head to look up at the ceiling before turning back to him. "Why haven't we done that sooner? Sex is good."
He laughed lightly. "We'll have to do it more often then."
I nodded. "Oh yeah," I told him, my normal breath returning to me. "How about in five minutes?" I asked.
He turned to me, eyes widening. "Oh?"
"Well," I told him. "We don't know when the next time we'll have the opportunity to be alone again."
I turned my body, running a finger down his chest. "And you are just so damn irresistible."
He bit his lip. "Oh you're on," he told me.
Bringing his hands to my waist, he brought himself on top of my again. I squealed as he started kissing my neck again causing me to laugh.
"I love you," I told him.
He brought his head up to look at me again, kissing my lips. "And I love you."