You sat in front of the Slytherin common room’s fireplace whose bright idea was it to put the common room in the dungeons? It’s freezing down here. you thought to yourself. You were also tired, but unfortunately it was very hard to sleep seeing as how damn cold it was.

Suddenly, you felt hands roaming over your collar bone. You were about to smack them away, but as soon was you saw those veiny hands covered with rings and that tattoo of your initial, you knew it was him. It was Mattheo.

He kissed the top of your head “Are you cold, darling?” He muttered into your hair and you leaned into his touch, signaling yes.