Nora Rosier walked down the Hogwarts corridor wearing what was quite possibly the slyest grin the school had ever seen. Why, you may wonder? Because she was beating Mattheo at a game he didn't even know he was playing.

And it was wonderful.

She had to admit, her pride had been quite wounded when he left her on the Quidditch pitch. And to Nora, her pride was possibly one of her biggest priorities, considering that it was practically all she had sometimes. She didn't have a loving family—since her father was dead, her mother was a narcissistic alcoholic, and her asshole brother was somehow worse than either of them—and for a large portion of her life, she didn't have a great friend like Aditi. She didn't really do relationships considering they'd always felt too distracting from her goals and far too unnecessary. She didn't have a ton of money like other pureblood families and her father's fall from grace cemented their lack of status even though they were a part of the Sacred 28.

The only thing that kept her afloat sometimes? The knowledge that however horrible her life was, at least she wasn't horrible. She had friends, she did well in school, she was determined, she was fucking hot, and she was mostly likable. Okay, well maybe she was only likable to a select group of people but she didn't care about the others anyway. Why waste her time trying to prove how great she was to people who couldn't see it when she could spend that energy focusing on the ones she actually cared about?

Nora knew many people saw her as a bitch. And honestly? She didn't care. There were a lot of things she cared about. Her grades, her friends, her spot on the Quidditch team. But the opinions of others wasn't one and it probably wouldn't ever be.

Sometimes she felt like a fox backed into a corner. She didn't want to bite but she sure as hell would if she needed to. Life had pushed her into a corner and she had spent too long caged by a muzzle to hold herself back any longer. If someone pushed her, she had no problem pushing back.

"You've been in a good mood lately," Aditi said cheerily as she sat down, a turkey leg already poised in her mouth. Nora could have sworn Aditi said she wanted to try being vegetarian for her new girlfriend so she wondered if that was no longer a thing if Aditi was chowing down on meat like that.

"It's the weather," Nora said sarcastically considering it'd been raining for at least five of the last seven days.

Aditi rolled her eyes. Her short, dark hair was wrapped in many intricate braids that highlighted the brightness of her eyeshadow. "You come back to our room blushing every single day. Are you finally getting some good dick? Because there's no way Linc finally learned a position other than missionary."

Nora laughed. "No. No dick."

And the best part was that wasn't a lie. Nora wasn't getting dick because of Mattheo's stupid bet. Not that she would have fucked him if she could have, of course…

"Shame because Mattheo's looking at you like he's mentally stripping you. And from the looks of it, it's a damn good show."

Nora's eyes snapped over to where Aditi was looking at the main Slytherin table. Just like she said, he was staring at her with a dark look in her eyes that made Nora flush all over just thinking about where it would lead.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath as she stared at him, already feeling the lust rise within her.

Why did he have to be so bloody attractive? If he were ugly, it would be much easier to lie to herself. She could say, Oh, Nora, of course you're only doing this for revenge because he's insufferable and ugly. But no. She couldn't lie to herself because he was sexy as fuck, a damn good kisser, and the most charming man she'd ever met. She couldn't tell herself that she only pulled him into broom closets (which she had done many, many times since the first) to torture him for humiliating her at the Quidditch pitch because that would probably be the biggest lie she'd ever told.

Nora Rosier kissed and bit and sucked and did everything in that damn broom closet for one reason only: because somehow it felt like the most heavenly thing and the most sinful thing all at the same time. Because kissing him made her head spin and her core clench and her heart go haywire. Because touching him was the most selfish thing she'd ever done and she couldn't bring herself to let him go, not when holding onto him felt so fucking good.

She could say that she was only doing it for a bit of revenge but that would be a lie. Out of the many reasons Nora had been pulling him into that broom closet, revenge was the least.

Nora curled her hand into a fist before kissing it, raising her middle finger as she did so with a wry smile. Mattheo chuckled and she could practically feel the sound of it from over there. It settled deep into her bones, raising her body temperature so high until she was sitting there warm and ready for him.

Fuck. How did attempting to screw him over somehow screw her so badly? She fucking hated him and yet she couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to have him inside of her, thrusting into her while he pulled on her hair and whispered the same naughty things he'd been whispering the past several days.

How was it that two people so royally opposed to each other fit together so well? They were like fire and ice. The heat from Mattheo's sensual touches was slowly melting the frozen walls around her. And damn if it didn't feel good to be warm.

Mattheo licked his lips before mouthing, "Broom closet. Now."

Perhaps she shouldn't have listened—it would have been the sensible thing to do, after all—but she was already shifting in her seat with the idea of feeling him again. Bloody hell, it hadn't even been a day since his lips last touched hers and she was already ready for me.

"Jesus Christ Superstar, you and him look like you've just had the best sex in the world and you're sitting on opposite sides of the room."

Nora ignored her friend's remark and instead asked, "'Jesus Christ Superstar?'"

"It's a Muggle saying." Somehow, she doubted that was true, though Aditi would know better than her since she was a half-blood.

From the corner of her eye, Nora watched Mattheo stand up and lazily walk out of the crowded Great Hall with a noticeable bulge in his pants that had her mouth watering. She clenched her thighs together for some temporary relief before hastily saying to Aditi, "Sorry, I have homework to do!

As she was practically sprinting into the hallway, she swore she heard her friend mutter, "Go get some dick, girl."

Nora stepped out into the corridor and looked around for any sign of Mattheo. She sent up a little prayer to whatever god may be listening that no teacher spotted her because her mind was far too focused on what Mattheo would taste like to come up with a decent excuse. She took a few wandering steps and practically slumped with defeat when she didn't see a sign of him.

That was until a hand wrapped around her mouth and pulled her back to a hard body.

"It's not polite to keep people waiting, Miss Rosier," he purred into her ear. Mattheo's lips gently trailed down her neck while Nora shivered. "Maybe I should punish you."

He let go of her mouth and palmed her breast through her shirt. A squeak escaped Nora's mouth when he tweaked her nipple just hard enough to send her arching into his body, where she could feel the substantial bulge in his trousers. She was the top student in the class so how was it that one touch from him could make her lose all of her brain cells?

"M-maybe you should," she stuttered breathlessly. Perhaps she should have been a little more concerned with the fact that they were out in the open but to be honest, it just made it hotter. The idea that anyone could walk into this moment made it all the more thrilling. Suddenly, she was wishing he made good on his threat to fuck her in front of the castle.

"You have two minutes to get to the broom closet by the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom or I won't make you come. Got it?" Before she could even nod, he apparated away, something she would definitely have to ask him about when her hormones weren't controlling her every thought.

Fuck. The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was way too far for her to make it in two minutes. She could practically hear Mattheo's challenging voice saying, Guess you better hurry, princess.

So she did. Nora ran down the corridor without a single care as to who may see her. She jumped downstairs—thanking her brother's girlfriend for her newfound agility—and cut corners whenever she could. By the time she reached the closet, she was seconds from being too late. Her chest heaved up and down frantically while she slipped inside.

But before she could catch her breath, a warm mouth descended on her. "Look at you. Such a good girl making it on time," he cooed, his mouth quickly devouring as much of her as he could get. Mattheo's kisses were hungry, tasting of desire and unbridled passion. Molten-hot lava ran through Nora's veins as she soaked in as much of the forbidden nectar as she could, whimpering when she realized that she couldn't possibly get enough.

"Riddle," she whined as she ran her hands through his thick, chocolate curls in an attempt to get him closer. He obliged easily, pushing her against one of the columns in the corner of the room.

At that moment, Nora needed him. Badly. She hadn't had sex in almost a month, not since the night of the Quidditch tryouts. Unknowingly, she too had entered a period of abstinence because going back to Linc seemed so dreadful compared to this. Why would she ever turn to him when she could feel more passion in just one kiss from Mattheo? Why would she settle for a pitiful little spark when she could have the whole explosion? She hadn't returned to the Ravenclaw dorms and, to be honest, she didn't want to. All she wanted was this.

"I need you. I need more."

"Fuck, princess. I need more too. I need all of you," he growled into her ear before biting. She gasped from the pain, her anxious fingers scratching at his scalp. Bloody hell. Was she actually kinky? She never thought of herself as kinky—she always thought she was sort of vanilla, to be quite honest—but fuck. Nothing felt better than the sting of pain followed by an even greater burst of pleasure.

Nora reached for Mattheo's trousers but his hands stopped her. "We can't. Not yet."

She scowled. "Just lose the fucking bet."

He shook his head and kissed her neck. "I don't lose bets, princess. Especially not when I'm so close to the end. Just a few more days." She whined, which made him chuckle. "Trust me. I plan on more than making it up to you. They aren't going to see us for days if I have any say in it."

"I'm not missing my classes."

"Bloody hell, I'll fuck you in class if it means I don't have to exit your body and you can keep your good grades. There's tablecloths on the table anyway."

Nora moaned just at the idea of being filled like that. She could feel his responding grin against her neck. "Do you like that? Do you like the idea of me taking you anytime I want anywhere I want? Do you like the idea of being my slut?"

She slapped him. Only instead of pissing him off (like it would most sane people), Mattheo somehow looked even more turned on. His chocolate eyes turned dark with desire while he bit his lip. One of his hands wandered down to the hem of her skirt before pinching her clit. Nora yelped loudly, which he covered up with his soft lips.

"I'm not your slut," she said against his lips.

"Fine," he murmured. "Would you prefer to be my queen? My goddess? The woman I worship? Because I think you're lying, sweetheart. I think you like the idea of me fucking you so hard that you forget your own name. I think you want me to pull on your hair and slap your little ass until you're begging me to take you. I think your pride doesn't want you to be my slut but your pussy does."

"Fuck, Riddle." And then she was diving back into his lips, kissing him passionately while her hands raked down his back and her core thrust into his. Mattheo ground his dick into her so hard she thought she might start seeing stars any minute. Was it possible to get a pussy concussion? If so, consider her concussed.

"One day, you're going to say my name so loudly that even Dumbledore's deaf ass will hear it," he promised between kisses.

"I already do say your name."

"No, you say my last name. I think you've only said my actual name a handful of times and it's usually surrounded by a string of words that would make our mummies cry." He chuckled. "Well, maybe not mind."

Before she could respond, he continued, "Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna earn the honor of hearing it many times."

"Do you dirty talk to all of your girls?"

"Just the ones I can't stand." And somehow, that was the perfect answer. She smiled against his lips. I hate you. I hate you so much.

It has come to my attention that Bellatrix's mother is Druella Rosier, which could make Nora and Mattheo related. To be quite honest, I forgot about that and I don't feel like rewriting all of this. If one of you comes up with an explanation that *doesn't* involve incest, I'll put it in another chapter but otherwise, we can just pretend like Bellatrix's mother is someone else haha.

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