Song: It's Not Living (If It's Not With You)- The 1975
The rest of the week had been a whirlwind of excitement, chaos, and—of course—a lot of teasing. While I had failed miserably in making Mattheo cave in first, I was determined not to give up. His ego was already inflated enough as it was, and I wasn't going to let him win this bet without a fight. It was my birthday on Friday, and I wasn't going to let anything ruin it—especially not a bet.
And so, the fated Friday finally arrived. The day of both my birthday and the surprise party that Lorenzo and the gang had been planning all week..
I was still half-asleep, very much enjoying the peace of my cozy bed, when suddenly—
"WAKE UP, BIRTHDAY GIRL!"
I nearly ascended straight to heaven from pure shock.
There was Jane. Hovering above me like an overly excited golden retriever in human form, practically vibrating with joy.
"Happy fucking birthday, bitch!" she squealed, aggressively hugging me.
"Jesus Christ, Jane—" I groaned, laughing sleepily as I sat up, rubbing my eyes.
She pulled back, already shoving a fancy-looking gift bag in my face. It was heavy. And definitely not from the local discount shop.
"Here. Open this first!" she grinned.
I blinked at it. "... Jane, what the hell did you do?"
"Just open it!"
I carefully pulled the tissue paper away — only to be met with something that made my jaw practically hit the floor.
A silver necklace. Delicate. Elegant. And expensive as fuck.
"Jane—" I gawked at her. "Are you insane? This is—this is like real jewelry. Like, real money jewelry."
She flipped her hair like it was nothing. "Duh. You deserve real money jewelry."
"I—I can't accept this—"
"Shut the fuck up and put it on before I cry," she deadpanned.
I laughed helplessly, feeling that warm little lump in my throat because, "You're actually crazy, this is way too much!"
"And you're actually worth it," she shot back, crossing her arms like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I clasped the necklace on with a huge smile, admiring it in the mirror.
"This is... wow. Thank you, seriously."
"Don't get all sappy on me now," Jane teased. "Because—"
Her grin turned absolutely evil. "There's one more thing."
Immediately, I got nervous. "Oh god."
She dove back into the bag — and emerged holding... a box. A small. Rectangular. Box.
With way too familiar branding.
"No," I gasped, already laughing. "Jane—don't you fucking dare—"
She practically threw the box of condoms into my lap.
"Consider it phase two of your gift," she announced proudly.
I stared down at the box in my lap like it was an actual bomb.
"You didn't," I whispered, horrified.
"Oh, I absolutely did," Jane grinned like the devil himself.
"Jane!"
"What?!" she shrugged, completely unbothered. "Someone's gotta be the responsible friend here. And let's be honest—Mattheo Riddle gives massive 'raw or nothing' energy."
I gagged.
"JANE."
She dropped her voice into the world's worst imitation of Mattheo's deep, raspy tone. "'Nah, I don't feel shit with those on, princess.'"
I wheezed. Actually wheezed.
"Stop—stop right now."
She tapped the box in my lap with manicured precision.
"Be safe. Be smart. And for the love of Merlin—be loud enough to make that man's ancestors proud."
I groaned, throwing myself back dramatically into the pillows, already bright red from laughing.
"You're the worst." "I'm the best, actually," she winked. "Happy birthday, slut."
We got ready like we usually did — music playing, clothes everywhere, and Jane narrating her entire skincare routine like always. But today...- today I actually put in effort. It was my birthday after all, and even though we still had to suffer through a full day of classes, I figured I might as well look bloody good doing it.
I let my curls fall down my back before tying half of it up with a delicate clip. My makeup? Flawless. A little extra shimmer on my cheekbones, a darker wing than usual, and of course- my favourite lip gloss. I finished it off with a few sprays of my signature perfume — Miss Dior obviously.
But what really tied everything together — what made me feel expensive — was Jane's gift.
A dainty silver necklace, simple but stunning, with a tiny moon charm resting perfectly against my collarbone. It was the type of gift that screamed I know you better than anyone — thoughtful, elegant, just gorgeous.
After a last spin in the mirror, we finally made our way down to the Great Hall for breakfast — the usual chaos of students, floating candles, and the smell of toast in the air.
But before we even made it to our table, I spotted them.
Fred and George Weasley.
Both already grinning like idiots. Both wearing ridiculous birthday hats like this was some kind of festival dedicated entirely to my existence. And of course — George had come prepared with a third birthday hat in hand.
They strutted toward me like they owned the place, matching dramatic energy and all.
"Goooooooooood morning, Miss Moonvale!" George announced loudly, bowing so low I thought he might hit the floor, "On behalf of Weasley Enterprises, we are here to wish you the happiest of birthdays — and naturally, to force this hideous hat upon your head."
He held it out like it was a royal crown.
Fred chimed in, "Special edition, just for you. Limited time only."
Jane was already cackling beside me.
I laughed, rolling my eyes as George gently — but very dramatically — placed the birthday hat on my head like it was some kind of crown.
"There we go," he said proudly, stepping back to admire his work. "Now that's the birthday queen look."
"Oh perfect," I deadpanned, "exactly the aesthetic I was going for today!""
Fred grinned wickedly. "Fits you, honestly."
I gave him a playful shove, making him laugh.
George wiggled his eyebrows. "Speaking of fitting... wait till you see your gift tonight."
Fred nodded in agreement, his grin borderline evil. "Yeah, we're saving it for the party. Prime time humiliation hour."
I blinked. "Party...?"
Fred gave me a look like I was the crazy one. "Uh, yeah? The party?"
I blinked again, slower this time. "...you guys are coming to that?"
George full-on snorted. "Coming to it? Love, we helped plan half of it."
My head snapped to Jane so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash. She was already looking at me with her signature "are you actually dumb?" face.
"Jane," I deadpanned, "I thought tonight was just gonna be like... us? A small thing? Me, you, Khai, Pansy, the boys? Maybe illegally obtained firewhisky and questionable decisions?"
Fred practically snorted out his soul.
"Us? Small? Vienna... babe." Jane blinked at me like I'd just suggested something totally crazy.
Fred leaned in, grinning ear to ear. "Yeah, nothing crazy, V. Just, y'know... basically everyone in our year."
George nodded way too proudly. "All four houses. Plus Peeves. Pretty sure even that angry-ass ghost from the third floor RSVP'd. Said he's coming strictly for the booze."
"WHAT?!" My whole body whipped toward Jane.
She just shrugged like the absolute menace she is. "Vienna, be for real. You really thought I was about to let your birthday be some sad little Slytherin-only wine and cheese night? Like we're middle-aged and depressed?"
Fred fake-gagged. "Wine and cheese? What are you, thirty-seven divorced with a cat?"
George shook his head. "Pathetic."
I blinked at all of them, stunned. "So wait... everyone's coming?! Like everyone everyone?"
Fred wiggled his eyebrows. "Oh yeah. And the theme, by the way? Pure genius. Heaven and Hell."
George nodded. "Guess which side we're on."
I stared at them flatly. "Wow. Shocking. Devils."
Fred gasped, clutching his chest. "Excuse you — sexy devils, thank you very much."
George threw an arm around Fred's shoulder. "Please, like we'd show up in angel wings. Have you met us?"
Fred leaned in with a mischievous grin. "Besides... horns are just way more practical. For, y'know..." He raised his brows suggestively. "Activities."
George straight up cackled. "Convenient little handles for when things get spicy, because we all know Fred won't let such opportunity slip alway."
I choked. "GEORGE."
Fred's eyes suddenly flicked to something behind me — his smirk stretching like he already knew some shit I didn't.
"Well, would you look at that..." Fred said, practically sing-songing. "We know at least one person who's gonna show up tonight dressed like an angel."
I furrowed my brows but before I could even say something, Fred tilted his chin behind me.
I turned around — and yep. Of course.
Cedric Diggory.
Walking towards me with arms already wide open, smile so soft I swear it could fix global warming.
"Happy Birthday, V," he said warmly, pulling me into the coziest hug known to mankind.
Fred gagged behind me. Loudly. "Look who just floated over here on a goddamn cloud of sunshine and good manners."
George cackled. "Bet his Patronus is a golden retriever."
I pulled away from Cedric, laughing. "Thanks, Ced. You're honestly too sweet."
"I actually got you a little something, V," Cedric said, his stupidly soft Hufflepuff smile already too damn sweet. He pulled a sleek black box from his pocket — the kind of box that screamed fancy.
My eyes widened immediately. "Ced... you didn't have to do that," I said, shaking my head with a small, disbelieving laugh.
He chuckled softly. "I know," he shrugged, "but I wanted to."
From somewhere beside me, Fred made a noise suspiciously close to gagging. "Does it come with a handwritten love letter and a promise to respect your boundaries too?" he stage-whispered, elbowing George.
George nodded, dead serious. "Bet it even smells like vanilla and emotional stability."
I shot them both a glare — which only made them grin wider — before opening the box.
And honestly? My soul left my body.
Inside was the most gorgeous delicate silver bracelet I'd ever seen — tiny diamonds scattered like little stars all around it.
My mouth fell open. "Cedric... this is—wow—this is insane. I can't accept this—this is too much."
Cedric just smiled, that soft boy smile that could probably end wars. "You can. And you will. Because you deserve it," he said easily, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
And of course, because he's literally the kindest human being out there, he added "Here, let me put it on for you," gently taking the bracelet from the box and fastening it around my wrist.
I looked up to Cedric, heart full and smile stupidly wide. "It's absolutely beautiful, Ced. Thank you so, so much." I pulled him into a tight hug — and he hugged me right back.
As he pulled away, he gave me a smile again — warm, sincere, ridiculously charming. "I'll see you tonight, gorgeous," he said softly, before heading back to the Hufflepuff table.
Fred watched him go, shaking his head. "Bet he volunteers at orphanages in his free time too."
George nodded solemnly. "And rescues baby unicorns probably."
"Disgusting," Fred said flatly. "10 out of 10. Hate how perfect he is."
I couldn't help but laugh under my breath, shaking my head. "He really is, yeah," I admitted quietly, glancing over at Cedric like yep... annoyingly perfect.
Fred gave me a deadpan look, brow arched so high it practically reached his hairline. "Right... so remind me again why in Merlin's name you're out here risking it all for Mattheo fucking Riddle instead of Mr. Golden Retriever over there?"
George immediately hummed like a dramatic narrator, "The eternal question: Sweet, safe Hufflepuff king... or morally questionable Slytherin menace with commitment issues?"
My mouth parted slightly, caught off guard, not entirely sure what to even say to that. "I mean... look—I love Cedric, okay?" I said honestly, gesturing wildly with my hands. "And yes, he is painfully, insanely attractive — like, obviously. But Mattheo and I—" I paused, exhaling like I was about to say the dumbest thing ever, "—it's just this... absolutely insane, chaotic, toxic, magnetic, can't-keep-our-hands-off-each-other type of thing, you know?"
Fred blinked. "Horny."
George nodded. "Very horny energy."
Fred leaned in like he was about to tell me Hogwarts gossip of the century. "Translation: birthday girl's about to get absolutely railed tonight."
"Oh my god, not you two too."
Fred winked. "Oh, come on, V. Having sex on your birthday with Mattheo Riddle? You're about to experience a full-throttle ride."
George jumped in, looking dead serious. "Yeah, Fred's right.The guy looks like he definitely goes for maximum effort. There's no stopping until you're screaming his name... and probably begging for mercy."
I choked on my own spit.
"YOU TWO ARE ACTUALLY INSANE."
Fred gave me a military salute, his face utterly serious. "Good luck surviving, Moonvale. You're gonna need it."
George leaned in, waggling his eyebrows like a cartoon villain. "If you go missing tomorrow, we'll just assume you're physically incapable of walking."
"I hate both of you," I groaned, practically burying my face in my hands to hide the fact that I was dying of embarrassment.
"You looooove us!" they both chimed in unison, and with a couple of chuckles, they strolled back to their table, leaving me alone to reconsider my entire life.
The nerve of those two.
Jane was still wheezing beside me as we finally made our way over to the Slytherin table — where, unsurprisingly, every single one of my idiot friends was already watching me like hawks. Typical.
My brows shot up as I took in the scene — the usually dark, brooding Slytherin table now looked like a party shop had exploded all over it. Floating garlands, balloons charmed to hover mid-air, and — was that glitter? Merlin save me.
"For Merlin's sake, what took you so fucking long?" he groaned, his voice dripping with irritation. I glanced at him, amused, as he stood up, already looking annoyed. "You're lucky it's your birthday, Moonvale, or else I'd be even more pissed." With a dramatic sigh, he pulled me into a tight hug.
Before I could even respond, Lorenzo shoved Draco aside with absolutely zero remorse.
"Move, Princess," Lorenzo grinned, already dragging me into a hug like he paid rent in my personal space. "Happy birthday, gorgeous. Lookin' unreal this morning — but then again, when don't you?"
"Thanks, Enzo," I smiled. "I was starting to worry you'd forget to flirt with me today — would've sent out a missing persons report."
Then I got ambushed from the sides — arms wrapping around me from both ends like I was a limited edition Firewhisky bottle on discount.
"Happy birthday, bitch!" Pansy squealed in my ear.
"Ieee happy birthday V!" Khai beamed on the other side, nearly crushing me.
I wheezed out a laugh. "Thank you guys!"
Behind them, of course, came Sebastian — never one to let a moment pass without ruining it.
"Happy birthday, bitch," he mimicked Pansy in the most high-pitched voice I'd ever heard.
I flipped him off instantly.
He just cackled and pulled me into a hug, smelling like his expensive cologne. "Hope you're ready for tonight, Moonvale — not just for the party..." he wiggled his brows, "...but for the inevitable birthday horniness. It's a thing."
I gaped at him. "Get therapy."
He just winked.
Theo and Blaise were next, thankfully less unhinged.
"Happy birthday, cara mia," Theo said smoothly, leaning in for a quick hug that smelled unfairly good.
"Yeah, happy birthday, V," Blaise added, giving me his usual chill smile. "Tonight's gonna be one for the books — or the crime reports."
I laughed nervously. "God, I'm both excited and genuinely fearing for my life."
Then I felt it.
That stare. That heat.
Mattheo Riddle — sitting there like sin incarnate, lazily twirling his silver ring on his finger, his dark eyes burning holes straight through me.
And of course — I saved him for last.
Mattheo tilted his head, smirking slow. "Saving the best for last, huh, Moonvale?"
I gave him a sweet, fake smile. "Nah, was actually hoping you'd get bored and leave."
He chuckled low, shaking his head like I was the most amusing thing he'd seen all morning. Then he stood up — tall, broad, dangerous — and stalked right up to me.
He pulled me into a hug — hands dropping just low enough on my waist to be legally questionable — and leaned in, his lips barely grazing my ear.
"Happy birthday, Moonvale," he murmured, his voice like gravel dipped in sin. "I would've given you a little birthday kiss... if it wasn't for our stupid bet." He paused — his breath warm against my neck — "Real tragedy, yeah?"
I pulled back, arching a brow. "Only a little one? What happened, Riddle — losing your edge?"
His smirk turned downright feral.
"Oh Moonvale" he drawled, eyes dropping to my mouth. "Trust me... nothing about me is little."
"Oh trust me, I'm well aware. Your ego is anything but small." I said sarcastically, shooting him the fakest sweet smile I could manage.
Mattheo chuckled lowly, completely unbothered. ""Oh, for sure... but you know damn well that's not what I was talking about." he added cockily, throwing me a wink.
"YOOOO—" Sebastian practically yelled, leaning back like he needed to physically distance himself from whatever the hell was happening. "It's not even first period and you two are already at it?"
That had the whole table bursting out laughing.
We continued eating breakfast, the usual loud chaos that followed our friend group settling around the Slytherin table like second nature. The girls — me, Jane, Pansy and Khai — were deeply invested in probably the most dramatic conversation of the morning: what the hell we were going to wear to the party tonight.
Meanwhile, across from us, the boys were having what I could only assume was the least productive conversation of all time — mostly about how absolutely shit-faced they were planning to get tonight.
"I'm telling you," Lorenzo said, mid-bite, "I'm blacking out before midnight. I don't wanna remember shit except maybe V's speech — if she even manages to get through it without roasting one of us."
"Uh- I'm not giving a speech Enzo hate to break it to you" I said frowning.
"You're telling me you're not even gonna properly gonna thank your dear friends for throwing you the most amazing fucking birthday surprise party EVER?" Lorezno said dramatically putting his hand on his heart.
"Oh I would've, but unfortunately it's not a surprise since none of you were able to not tell me about it." I said sarcastic, Enzo just snickered in response.
Blaise just shook his head with a low laugh, "I swear this party's gonna end with half of us missing and the other half in the infirmary."
And honestly? He wasn't wrong.
It was then that Draco, who had been oddly quiet — aka plotting — suddenly groaned loud enough to catch everyone's attention.
"You know what really fucking sucks?" he said, dramatically tossing his fork down like the world personally wronged him.
Everyone looked over — mostly because if Draco Malfoy was about to start complaining, it was guaranteed to be entertaining.
"Not only do we have to sit through another full bloody hour with Snape today," he continued, already looking personally victimized, "but it's that ridiculous sex ed class."
There was a pause.
Blaise groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. "What mate? No, that does bloody suck. I thought we had that class not until next week?"
"It got fucking rescheduled." Draco said rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"Oh fuck off," Sebastian chuckled darkly, leaning back in his chair, that signature shit-eating grin spreading across his face. "I don't get why you guys dread that class so bad. Honestly, it's free entertainment. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy watching everyone squirm like repressed little virgins every time Snape says intercourse in that miserable deadpan voice."
Mattheo barked a laugh at that, even Lorenzo was already snickering.
I rolled my eyes so hard I thought I might see my own brain. "Yeah, says the guy who literally thrives off of making people uncomfortable."
Sebastian just grinned wider, completely unbothered. "Guilty as charged."
"You act like everyone's dying to talk about their tragic sex lives in front of Snape of all people," I deadpanned, shaking my head. "Not all of us are as proudly unfiltered and permanently horny as you lot."
Sebastian nearly choked on his drink, snorting. "Oh, give me a fucking break. Don't go playing the innocent card now, V — you've been the thirstiest one out of all of us these past few weeks."
I blinked at him, deadpan. "Sebastian, please. You can't say that when you're the same guy who would probably flirt with his own reflection if it winked back."
That earned an instant, dramatic "OOOOHHHH" from the boys like we were in some kind of Quidditch stadium.
Sebastian just leaned back, grinning lazily. "Yeah? And yet here you are, still managing to be hornier than the rest of us combined."
I scoffed, giving him a flat look. "Right. Because I'm the problem in a group where you degenerates can't even say the word broomstick without making it sound filthy."
Lorenzo, without missing a beat, immediately held up both hands in the most exaggerated, suggestive motion I'd ever seen. "broomstick," he repeated, wagging his eyebrows like an idiot.
I just stared at him blankly. "And that right there, proves my point." I said shooting Sebastian a fake smile.
We finished eating and finally dragged ourselves toward the absolute nightmare that was our next class. Well — nightmare for all of us except Sebastian, who was practically skipping down the hallway like it was Christmas morning.
But nothing could've prepared us for what was already waiting for us when we stepped into the classroom.
I froze dead in my tracks. My jaw actually dropped.
There, written across the blackboard in Snape's signature serial-killer handwriting:
Advanced Intimacy: Positional Variations
(For Optimal Magical & Physical Compatibility)
My soul left my body.
"You're fucking kidding," I mumbled out loud, staring in sheer horror.
I caught Jane's equally traumatized expression from across the room, her mouth hanging open like she'd just witnessed a crime scene.
"Should we just bail?" I whispered to her, fully serious.
But before we could even take a step—
"You will do no such thing, Miss Moonvale."
I swear the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. That voice could haunt a house.
We turned slowly — like in a horror movie — and there he was. Snape. Arms already crossed, one brow arched in terrifying judgment.
Perfect.
Jane and I exchanged one last look of pure suffering before we wordlessly shuffled to the tables like we were walking the plank.
I scanned the room, calculating my survival strategy. Mattheo? Absolutely not. Sebastian? Hell no. Draco? Not an option.
Theo it is.
I dropped into the seat beside him like it was a lifeboat. He glanced over, smirking like he already knew.
"Ah, cara mia," he drawled under his breath. "Choosing me for your partner in sin today?"
I snorted. "Relax, Nott. It's only because you're the least likely to make this a thousand times worse."
"Mm." He leaned back in his chair, side-eyeing me. "I'll pretend that was a compliment."
Before I could fire back, Snape cleared his throat — and I swear it echoed like a death bell across the classroom.
Silence. Instantly.
"As I say every week..." Snape began, his voice dry as hell, "...this class is an unfortunate requirement. However, I will not — I repeat — will not tolerate any childish behavior. Any attempt at disruption will result in detention..."
He paused.
"For the entire weekend."
Collective internal screaming.
No weekend. No Quidditch. No Hogsmeade. No party tonight.
The room was dead quiet. Even Sebastian looked like he just got personally victimized.
Snape's eyes scanned the room slowly, like he hated us all equally.
"Today's topic," he said, voice dry as ever, "is positional variations."
He paused.
Like he knew we were all internally screaming.
"Now... who can tell me what that entails?"
Nobody dared move.
Nobody except, of course, Sebastian fucking Sallow, who was already leaning back in his chair like he lived for moments like this.
Snape's eyes locked on him immediately.
"Mr. Sallow," Snape said coldly, "enlighten us."
Sebastian didn't even hesitate.
"Different positions during—" he gave the world's most exaggerated cough, "—physical intimacy, Professor."
I dropped my head into my hands.
Theo snorted quietly next to me. "Physical intimacy," he whispered under his breath, amused.
Snape stared him down like he wanted to commit a crime.
"Correct," Snape drawled with obvious pain. "Shockingly. Though I imagine you only know from unfortunate experience or unfortunate imagination."
That sent the entire class into low laughter — Sebastian just held his hands up proudly like he'd won a trophy.
"Stop laughing," Snape snapped, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the room with disdain. "Now, who can name variant options in a mature way?"
The silence in the room was deafening. Nobody dared move, let alone raise their hands. Snape's eyebrow twitched, clearly irritated.
"Fine," he muttered. "I will hear an answer from every single one of you. One after another. Mr. Potter, you start."
Harry's face immediately turned as red as his Gryffindor tie, and he fumbled with his hands.
"Uh— I, um..." Harry stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Well, there's, um... missionary, Professor."
There was a moment of silence before Fred's voice rang out from the back of the room.
"Boring!" Fred shouted, his grin already stretching from ear to ear.
Snape shot a deadly glare over at Fred, but Fred was too busy enjoying Harry's misery to notice. Snape cleared his throat with an exaggerated sigh, clearly trying to rein in his frustration.
"Correct, Mr. Potter," Snape said, almost with a hint of sarcasm. "Now, we shall move on. Mr. Weasley, your turn."
Ron, who had been praying he'd get skipped, froze in place.
"Uh— well..." Ron began, clearing his throat. "I guess, um... doggy style?"
The room went silent for a moment before the most awkward chuckle came from Pansy, which was quickly followed by a snicker from Draco.
I locked eyes with Mattheo and we both lost it, wheezing as we heard how Ron had just put the words.
Snape's eyes twitched. "Not exactly what I had in mind, Mr. Weasley, but... I'll allow it." He seemed disgusted just saying it.
"Next," Snape snapped, glaring at Hermione. "Miss Granger. What about you?"
Hermione sighed and adjusted her glasses nervously, her voice barely above a whisper. "Uh... spooning?" she offered, clearly trying to avoid making eye contact with Snape.
"Good," Snape replied flatly, but his gaze was already shifting toward Fred and George, who were clearly preparing for something outrageous.
Snape narrowed his eyes. "You two, keep it normal."
Fred leaned back in his seat, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Oh, of course, Professor! Well, let's see... obviously, there's the Eiffel Tower." He said it with such casual confidence, the entire class burst into laughter.
The air in the room turned thick with awkwardness, as everyone tried not to laugh too loud, glancing nervously at Snape.
Snape's expression turned to one of pure annoyance. "Mr. Weasley, I've told you before—only mention real positions, not your childish nonsense. This is your final warning."
Fred put a hand to his chest, pretending to be offended. "But Professor! The Eiffel Tower is a very real and... thrilling position. I'm sure you've heard of it." He smirked, practically daring Snape to call him out more.
George jumped in immediately, nodding seriously. "Exactly. One participant, of course, stands in front, while the other... well, let's just say they're positioned behind," he said, his voice dropping to a near-whisper for dramatic effect. "It's about creating balance... literally."
Snape's face twisted in a mix of disbelief and annoyance, but Fred continued, practically glowing with excitement now. "You see, the person at the front," Fred said, speaking as though he was describing a magical creature, "holds a very—let's call it a central role, while the person at the back takes on the responsibility of—"
"Providing support," George finished for him, throwing a wink at the class.
"Silence!" Snape barked, his voice practically vibrating with frustration. But it was obvious that the entire class was holding in laughter like crazy. "Mr. Malfoy, continue," he spat, clearly doing his best to regain some semblance of control.
Draco casually shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "Well, standing up, I guess. It's basic, but it's effective." He said completely unfazed.
Snape's eye twitched in a way that made it clear he was this close to losing it, but he gave a reluctant nod of approval. "Mr. Riddle, next," he said, his voice dangerously calm, like a ticking time bomb.
And that's when Mattheo turned his gaze to me. His eyes locked with mine, and a wicked grin stretched across his face. "Cowgirl," he said smoothly, the words practically dripping off his tongue. "That's my personal favourite. You get a... spectacular view, you see?". He didn't break eye contact for a second, and the tension in the room thickened.
The entire room burst into snickers and suppressed laughter, even Snape's lips twitching as he tried to maintain some semblance of composure. "Mr. Riddle," he started, but his voice cracked slightly. "That's enough. We don't need to hear about any personal preference."
But Mattheo wasn't done. He looked around the room, the smirk on his face turning mischievous. "What? It's a classic. You can't blame me for appreciating a good angle," he said casually.
The entire class snickered while Snape shot Mattheo yet another death glare, before moving on to the next victim. I then felt my phone buzz in my pocket, so I carefully took it out careful not to get caught.
Mattheo: so now you know my personal favourite position huh? Was s'pose to be a surprise but whatever.
Mattheo: but don't worry Moonvale, I'll make sure to put you in every fucking position that's out there
My cheeks instantly heated up when I read the texts he just send me, my head immediately shot up and of course he was already grinning like crazy. I rolled my eyes and decided I was not even gonna respond to him. The little shit was already enjoying the reaction he had gotten already.
"Moonvale!" Snape suddenly yelled making my head snap towards him, his cold gaze plastered on me.
I looked at him in confusion, "Uh- yes professor?"
Snape shut his eyes and sighed dramatically, clearly irritated. "You're up next. Pay attention for merlin's sake."
I smiled awkwardly as the class chuckled. Sebastian of course couldn't shut the fuck up, "Dreaming about what positions you'll be put in tonight huh Moonvale?" he said with a grin making everyone laugh.
I rolled my eyes, "Shut the fuck up Sallow" I snapped at Sebastian making him grin even more.
"Moonvale just give your answer. Sallow you shut that dumb mouth of yours this instant." snape snapped.
"Uh- yeah well, " I started, deciding what to say. "I'll go with face sitting, it's efficient. He can't talk, I don't have to listen- everybody wins." I say tilting my head sweetly as I lock eyes with Mattheo.
The entire class erupted into laughter, but I didn't even blink. My eyes stayed locked on Mattheo as his brows lifted slightly, that smug, almost proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"For fuck's sake, Moonvale," Sebastian wheezed, practically choking on his laughter. "You're freakier than I thought."
"Angel in the streets, devil in the sheets, huh?" Fred added, nudging George beside him with a grin.
I let out a quiet chuckle, still refusing to give Mattheo the satisfaction of looking away. His smirk deepened as he caught Fred's comment, clearly amused.
"Oh, I'm not surprised at all," Mattheo said smoothly, finally glancing away to look at Sebastian. "Moonvale's had those fuck-me eyes since fourth year."
Then, just as casually, he turned back to me.
"And now she's finally getting brave with her words too. Fucking hot."
My cheeks flushed just a little, traitorously warm at his words—even if I kept my expression unreadable.
"That's it," Snape snapped, his voice sharp as ice. "Riddle, if you don't keep that filthy mouth shut for the rest of the lesson, you'll be spending your entire weekend in detention with me."
Mattheo blinked once, clearly unfazed, while the rest of the class tried to choke back laughter.
"I expect you to behave," Snape continued coldly. "The class ends in ten minutes. Surely even you can manage that."
"Oh, that's far too long, Professor," Sebastian grinned. "Mattheo can't even last two."
That exploded the room again—George practically fell out of his chair, Lorezno was actually wheezing, and even Draco had to clutch the table to stay upright.
But Mattheo? He didn't even blink. No comeback. No snarky retort. He just looked at me—and smirked.
Fuck. That could only mean one thing.
He didn't feel the need to correct Sebastian... because he knew it wasn't true.
And worse? I knew it too.
"I've had enough," Snape snapped, his voice colder than the dungeons. "Everyone—out. You're dismissed. Get out of my sight before I assign the lot of you detention for the next month."
We all blinked in shock—none of us expected early dismissal from Snape of all people—but no one questioned it. Bags were grabbed in seconds, chairs scraped back, and we filed out like a bunch of kids who'd just gotten away with murder.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. For once, the classes were tolerable—no chaos, no drama, just enough to keep us busy without frying our brains. But honestly? I wasn't even paying attention.
My mind was stuck on one thing: the party tonight.
There was this buzzing under my skin, a mix of nerves and adrenaline that wouldn't quit. I didn't know if it was excitement or a warning—or both—but I could feel it in my bones.
Something was going to happen.
I didn't know what or if I'd regret it tomorrow...
But one thing was certain:
Tonight was going to be unforgettable.