💫Darke💫 Magic

~5~

I sit in Snape's class, wishing I was doing anything but this. Theo is sitting next to me, looking just as thrilled as I am. His hand has been slowly moving closer to me all class. I think if he touches me in the slightest, Malfoy, who's sitting right behind us, is going to simply explode.

I lean my head on his shoulder as Snape continues. Snape won't say anything to Mattheo, since I'm pretty sure he's working for Voldemort.

Theo's hand slowly grabs onto mine and they intertwine. If this were anyone else, I'd pull away and curse at them, but it's Theo.

His hand is warm and comforting. I love Theo. As friends, of course. Just friends. I could never date Theo, not anytime soon anway. I need to get over Draco, first.  I close my eyes slowly.

Snape screams, "class dismissed!" I jolt up, my heart racing.

"It's ok," Theo smiles. Draco angrily grabs his things and storms out of the room. I bite down on my bottom lip, feeling myself get sad, again.

Pansy walks up to us. "Hey, Theooo," She says, smirking. Since when does she talk to Mattheo? Or call him Theo?

"Hey?" Theo replies, letting go of my hand as we both stand. 

"Wanna be my boyfriend?" She asks bluntly.

"I don't even know you," He says, looking at me. I press my tongue against my cheek.

Tate comes by and grabs hold of me. "You know Violet Johnson?" He asks.

"Yeah?" I say.

"I'm dating her!" He exclaims.

"That's so great, Langdon," I smile.

He hugs onto me. "I love you, Rae," He says.

"I love you too," I smile, holding him tight.

"We should hang out later," He smiles.

"Yeah," I agree.

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"Hey," I say to Tate, walking into his dorm. He's on top of Violet and they're making out.

"Holy shit, Tate," I laugh.

"Tomorrow!" He says, laughing.

"Love you!" I giggle, closing the door and exhaling. I'm gonna be alone, forever.

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I'm glad Theo turned Pansy down, but I keep asking if it is because of me because I know that wouldn't be fair.

"Ok, here," Theo says as we sit in his room, "do you like me?"

"Yes, Theo. I love you," I say.

"You love me as a friend, correct?" He asks.

"Yeah," I say hesitantly.

"So, you don't. You don't love me," He says.

I stay quiet.

"I love you," He says, walking up to me.

I keep my eyes on the ground. If I see those teddy bear brown eyes. I might kiss him.

"Since I first saw you sitting next to the Weasley twins, staring at me like I was the most beautiful person you'd ever seen. Since you came up to me with all the confidence in the world," He tilts my chin up to look at him.

"This is a dangerous game, Mattheo Riddle," I say, looking from his eyes to his lips.

"Let's play," He smirks.

"But Malfoy-" I start.

"You want to get over him before you start anything new, I know, but I can distract you. And if we don't connect and you don't fall in love, we're over," He says, leaning closer.

"I hate you," I mutter, he knows he's teasing.

"I love you too, Princess," He says, finally connecting our lips. Something I feel like I've been waiting forever for.

An electric feeling trails my spine as he pushes me against a wall.

Malfoy was never like this. There was never this hungry passion.

He keeps his body close to mine as I grip onto his back. He pulls my shirt off and I try to hide the bruises.

"Stop," He says, forcing my hands against the wall, "You're beautiful no matter what,"

I smirk as he kisses me again. I don't think Draco called me beautiful. Not once.

Mattheo's hands grip onto my waist as his lips move to my neck. He kisses and sucks. "Theo-" I moan quietly as he bites softly on my neck.

"That's the most beautiful noise I've ever fucking heard," He says into my ear.

I unbutton his shirt, which I don't think he realizes until it's on the ground. "Shit," He says, turning away from me.

There are X's all over his back, carved in. I get in front of him, pushing him against the wall. "Stop," I smile, kissing down to his pants, "You're beautiful no matter what,"

His breath hitches as I unzip his pants. I pull them down and he kicks them off. I stand up again and he picks me up, grabbing both my wrists and pinning me to the bed. He kisses from my chest down to my V-line, where I roll my eyes back into my head.

"I'll do literally anything for you to do that shit again," He smirks, grabbing my inner thighs aggressively.

I throw my head back, rolling my eyes, biting my bottom lip, and grabbing onto his hair.

He whimpers a little as I tug on his hair gently. He comes back up and meets my lips. "We don't have to- you know," He says in between kisses.

What the hell am I doing? I'm not ready to have sex! "Could we not?" I ask. I wait for him to get angry, but he never does.

"That's OK, but I'm really enjoying thisss," He chuckles, kissing my neck again.

I'm really enjoying this, too. He's amazing. So amazing.