Timeless

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 35

-C. Owens, Hufflepuff girls dormitories, 1996-

Mattheo's kisses weren't like George's. Mattheo's lips may have been sweet, but his kisses were rough. Mattheo moved his hand from my chin to rest on my neck and he occasionally bit my lip. I rocked my hips against him as he trailed his kisses down my jaw and my neck.

I shouldn't be doing this with Mattheo. He's the last person I should be doing this with. But I couldn't stop. Mattheo sucked a spot on my neck. I moved my hands into his hair with a small sigh. He slid a hand up my jumper as he kissed my neck again. I tugged on his hair as Mattheo bit down on my neck.

He bit down a bit harder and I whimpered. He licked the spot he bit before teasing, "Did someone enjoy getting bit?" I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing everything about me. "No," I lied. "Really?" Mattheo asked, "Are you sure about that?"

"Yes," I nodded, trying to be confident. "Alright," Mattheo nodded and turned my head to the side. He bit down on another spot. "Oh fuck," I breathed out, pulling his hair. He repeated the process of biting a spot or sucking on a spot as I messed with his hair. This wasn't a good idea but it felt like one.

Mattheo pulled away from my neck and kissed me while mumbling, "Why haven't we done this sober?" I kissed him back and mumbled, "Because we haven't gotten along like this unless we aren't sober."

"You know they say drunk actions are sober thoughts right?" Mattheo pulled my jumper off and tossed it onto the floor. I kissed him moving my hands from his hair to his shoulders. "So, you're sober thoughts are about kissing me, yeah?" Mattheo teased. "I'm pretty sure that those are your thoughts," I mumbled, rolling my eyes.

Mattheo sat his hands on my waist and kissed me again. I moved my hands just under his shirt while we kissed. I briefly pulled away from the kiss to pull Mattheo's shirt off and toss it onto the floor as he unbuttoned my trousers. I occasionally sucked hickeys on Mattheo's neck while peppering kisses. He unzipped my trousers and I lifted up a bit as he started to pull them down.

I helped get my trousers off before unbuttoning and unzipping Mattheo's trousers. He quickly pulled them off and tossed both pairs of trousers onto the floor. I moved back onto his lap while pulling him in for a kiss. Mattheo kissed me back and swiped his tongue against my bottom lip. I opened my mouth a bit as he shoved his tongue in my mouth. I slowly started to grind my hips against his.

Banging on the door made me stop what I was doing. I pulled away from the kiss and looked at the door. "Just ignore it," Mattheo murmured, kissing my jaw. I looked at him, half tempted to listen to him and just continue. Mattheo pressed his lips to mine in a desperate attempt to get me to focus on him. I wrapped my arms around his neck while deepening the kiss.

Mattheo put his hands on my hips and began directing them to rock on his lap. I pressed myself against Mattheo's chest while kissing him back. The banging on the door grew louder. I tried to focus on how Mattheo's lips connected with mine or how he stopped directing my hips to unclip my bra. I kept rocking my hips, hoping the person would go away.

I had no luck. Just as Mattheo took my bra off and tossed it on the floor, my door flew open and hit the wall with a thud. "Charlotte Alba Owens!" My mum shrieked, "What do you think you are doing?!" I jumped off Mattheo's lap and hid under the covers while he scrambled to get up and pull his trousers on. "Mum," I whispered, breathing heavily.

Mum pointed her wand at Mattheo and stated, "Sit. Down." He looked at her as he sat down beside me. Mattheo's chest was heaving as he took deep breaths in. His face was flushed and I could see the small bruises left by me starting to form on his neck. I looked at Mum quietly, gripping my blankets a bit tighter. "What the bloody hell do you two think you were doing?!" Mum pointed her wand in between us.

"We were...." Mattheo glanced over at me. "Charlotte Alba Owens! You swore you wouldn't be in any relationships this year and yet, here I find you in bed with Mattheo Riddle!" Mum screamed, her face turning a bright red. Fuck. What were we doing? I felt my face burn with embarrassment as I tried to say anything.

"We're not... I just... we just," I whispered, looking at my hands as hot tears slid down my face. "Just what?!" Mum shouted, "Just being a slag?!" My ears burned with embarrassment and I stared at my hands quietly. "We were just trying to have fun," Mattheo whispered, grabbing one of my hands. Mum stomped over to my desk and grabbed a parchment before picking my quill up.

I glanced over at her as she wrote something down then whispered something with her wand pointed at the parchment. It disappeared and Mum looked at us with a look of disgust. "I've sent for your brother Mattheo so you and my daughter will stay here till he gets here and we can properly have a conversation," Mum spat out. I held onto Mattheo's hand quietly.

"Can we at least get dressed?" Mattheo asked. Mum scoffed and tossed our clothes on the bed. "I'm going to be waiting outside the door till your brother is here," Mum glared at Mattheo before walking out of my dorm. She slammed the door behind her. Mattheo let go of my hand and pulled his shirt on. I quietly grabbed my bra and put it back on before getting my jumper back on. I shouldn't have done that with Mattheo. I should've said he could've left because I was okay.

I pulled my trousers on quietly. "Charlotte?" Mattheo said softly, "Are you upset with me or with your mum?" I shrugged quietly and wiped the tears off my face. "I should've let you answer the door so that we weren't caught," Mattheo pulled me close. "You didn't know," I whispered, looking at the door. "How angry is she?" Mattheo whispered. "Extremely," I whispered, looking at Mattheo.

"How angry is Tom going to be?" I looked at the door. "He won't be," Mattheo sighed, kissing the top of my head. "You sure?" I mumbled. "Always am," Mattheo hummed. He held me close even as Mum walked back into the room. Tom walked in after her and looked at us. "Charlotte, you know about our rules. You don't do that with anyone," Mum glared at me.

Everything with my family was a big do not sign. I couldn't go out with anyone, even as friends. I couldn't be with anyone. I couldn't be happy. I quietly moved away from Mattheo and looked at her. She was angrier than I expected. "You could ruin our entire deal if you stay with him. We made a deal to protect you and this," Mum gestured between Mattheo and me, "Can't happen to make the deal work."

"What deal?" I asked. "You're not ready to hear this. You won't hear it now. You two need to end whatever is happening between you two this instant," Mum stated. "What. Deal?" I asked, "What did you do?"

"Whatever your dad and I did, it's already too late to change it," Mum looked at me. I glanced over at Tom who had this look. It made me think he knew what the deal was about. "Tom, what's the deal?" I asked. He looked at me and softly said, "Lottie, you don't want-"

"Don't fucking tell me what I do or don't want! What deal did they make?" I got up from my bed and walked over to Tom. He looked at me took a breath in, "The deal it-"

"Charlotte Alba Owens, unless you want me to pull you out of this school and take you home right now, I'd suggest you shut up and do what I told you during your summer break," Mum said. "No! I want to know what the bloody deal you made is!" I looked at her. What wasn't she telling me?