Maya
Daphne and I were in our dorm, comparing our hair types and the coloring of it while Meredith was asleep with a heating pad over her stomach.
"And we can- hold on." Daphne suddenly stood up and walked towards the door. "Where the hell are you go-"
"Shh!"
Daphne slowly opened the door and stuck her head out. "Come." she beckoned me with her hand. I quickly came off of my bed and walked up to the doorway.
"Do you hear that?" Daphne asked me. "Well no shit I hear it. It sounds like- I don't know. Come on." I pulled her hand and we walked to down the common room.
"Holy shit- it's a fight!" I smirked at her. We got in between the crowds of people circling around trying to get to the front.
"What's happening?" I asked a random fourth year. "You-know-who's son is beating up that Malfoy kid!" The girl said.
My eyes quickly widened, "What??" I quickly pushed through the people in front of me laughing and shouting and cheering.
I saw Mattheo on top of Draco on the floor constantly punching him in the face, blood everywhere. Blaise and Adrian trying to get him off of Draco.
"Oh my god, Mattheo! Get off of him!" I shouted at him while I tried to pull him off of Draco. I could barely even see Draco except his blood and covering his entire face as he struggled to get Mattheo off of him.
"This—is what he gets— stupid piece of shit!" He said in between his punches on top of his body.
Me and Enzo were finally able to get him off of Draco, everyone rushing in to look at his face. I pulled him back by his shoulder and went to look in at Draco's face. He had bruises all over his eyes, definitely a broken nose, bleeding cuts on his cheek.
He looked horrible.
On the other hand, Mattheo had draco's blood all over his school robes, with a few cuts and gashes on his face. He had a smirk plastered on his face ready to laugh. I looked down to see that his knuckles were all cut up and bleeding, dripping down on the floor.
I looked back to see some people, including Blaise, Adrian, and Enzo helping him up, seeing that he's conscious finally. "Fucking hell-" he groaned as I shook my head and closed my eyes for a second in disbelief.
"You're coming with me." I glared at him grabbing his wrist as I already started to make my way towards the girls dormitories.
"I expect your father is also gonna hear about this Malfoy!" I heard Mattheo laugh as I pulled him away from the people laughing at his comment.
It was quite funny, because he always said 'my father will hear about this', but I wasn't in a laughing mood. I was furious.
I opened the door and dragged him in. I slammed it shut and locked the door, "What the fuck was that?!" I screamed at him as he sat down on my bed groaning.
"He deserved it with that big mouth of his, you know it!" He said. "I don't give two shits about what I know!" I spat out as I searched for a first aid kit.
I came back and threw the first aid kit on my bed beside him. He looked me deadly in the eyes, heavily panting with anger and rage as I brought myself closer to him, unwrapping a disinfectant wipe and applied it on the cuts on his face.
"Fuck!" He winced and groaned in pain. He tightly grabbed onto my hips bringing me onto his lap. His breathes were hot and heavy in my face. I could see that his teeth were still gritted closed with his jaw tight,
My thighs had now wrapped themselves around his torso, "For the son of a killer, I would have never expected you to wince in pain over an alcohol wipe." I kept my cold tone as I cleaned off the blood surrounding his cuts.
"You don't even know me." He harshly mumbled under his breath as I tilted his chin up and applied a few bandages on the cuts he had.
"I know that you have quite a history with getting into fights, don't you? Given the scars already left on your face." I said as I cleaned Draco's blood from face.
He had a cut along the bridge of his nose as well, it's weird that I found it to look attractive on him.
He ignored me as I grabbed one of his bloody hands off of my waist where I wore a black skirt and a white, buttoned up shirt. My school outfit minus the robe.
There was some blood stained onto my sides but that didn't worry me because I already had a hundred other school shirts in my wardrobe.
"I've been through worse. This— is nothing." He finally said. "Mm.."
I turned his hand and saw he had cuts on his palm as well. There's no way Draco could have done that to him. Impossible.
I started to have this pity feeling in my guts, making me not want to be upset at him anymore. Of course I was upset at the scene he'd caused in the common room but part of me wasn't anymore for some reason.
I cleaned the red, bloody wounds around his knuckles and wrapped them up. I don't think this was a regular fight he'd get himself into.
I hate to admit it, but Draco threw some real good punches at him as well. Not that Mattheos weren't better. What am I saying??
"Why?" I put my hand in his other one, cleaning up even worse cuts and wounds around his knuckles. "It doesn't matter why, Amaya." He muttered while he still panted heavily down at my face. "It does. I can tell you're knuckles haven't been through something like this in a hot minute." I replied.
He tightly grasped his free, cleaned up hand on my waist again with even more angry and panting breathes. "Look, he was talking badly on my father and about you."
It was pretty understandable about his father but he probably shouldn't have said it in front of his son. "What did he say about me??" I furrowed my eyebrows looking back up at him.
"Things that weren't okay. Things that made him deserve to get those bloody cuts and bruises. He deserved worse. Death." He said coldly. I took a minute to take in what he said. My pity for him grew again. He picked a fight..over me?
"Well- thank you. It means a lot, Mattheo." I said softly. "I didn't do it for you. It's just that no girl deserves to be put through all of that. It's wrong." He said.
His cuts were now all disinfected and bandaged up. The only thing I didn't clean was his lip, which had a cut on the bottom of it with blood already dry.
I looked back into his eyes and laid my hands around his shoulders looking deeply into his eyes.
Without thinking, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. I quickly pulled away, shocked. "Shit I didn't mean to-" he cut me off and pulled me back into the kiss.
My kiss started to become needy from him. I wanted him. Again. More than ever.
As our kiss deepened, I sucked on the cut on his lip with blood still on it making groan into my mouth.
"Is this okay?" He pulled away.
"It is. Don't back out of this like last time." I smirked at him. "Oh, I won't. I don't play nicely." He said in between kisses, smirking. "What if I don't want you to play nicely?" I said as I brought my hands up to both sides of his face.
"You really need to stop acting so bold with me. You're gonna suffer the consequences." He threw me under him on my bed and hovered over me.
"It's just in me. Get used to to it, Riddle" I said as he left hickeys on my neck. "I will never." He muttered.
He threw his shirt off and tossed it onto the ground while I did the same. The rest of our clothes were now laying on the floor.
He was in his black boxers, his huge, hard dick imprinting through. I was now only in my bra and panties.
He traced his fingers all the way down to my panties, sneaking them through and rubbing them against my clit. I moaned at his subtle movements.
"Already wet for me now?" He chuckled darkly under his breath in between kisses. "I don't like that you're teasing me. Slowly." I rolled my eyes not giving him the satisfaction he expected from me.
"You can't handle me." He looked down at his hard bulge.
"I bet I can. And I know you want to fuck me, I can feel it." I grabbed his hard dick and he moaned grasping onto the sheets.
I chuckled at his weakness to my touch, "you're not gonna be able to walk right after this." He snatched my hand away.
He took his boxers off as well as my wet panties. His dick stood up, tall and hard. He rubbed it around my clit, teasing me once again. "Ohh!" I grasped my hands onto his back.
He positioned himself before he crashed into me, I gasped and held tightly onto my sheets.
He didn't hesitate to go fast and hard into me. My eyes shut closed as my eyes started to water again, in more pain. That pain slowly turned into pleasure.
"Ohh fuck!" He groaned as he thrusted in and out of me. He grasped his fingers around my waist as he pumped into me harder.
"Mattheo-" I moaned as he thrusted in me quicker.
"Shut up—fuck" he moaned.
"You're such a fucking slut." He groaned rocking his head back. "Kiss- me." I tried to say without stuttering.
"I wanna see your face—while I fuck you. So no." He growled as he pounded himself harder into me.
"Fuck." I moaned grabbing his shoulders and digging my nails into his skin.
"I'm gonna come." I felt my walls tighten and my high start to come through.
He shortly pulled out and came on himself, quickly cleaning up. He saw I did too and cleaned me up as well.
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We both laid on my bed, under my dark green covers, trying to catch our breathes.
"That was-"
"Yeah.." I almost smiled.
After a few minutes we heard the doorknob rattling around and continuous knocks. "Aaya?! Maya!" I heard Daphnes voice say from outside of the door. "Hello?? Maya! We know you're in here!" I heard Pansy then say.