Y/n PoV
I clean myself up, wiping my tears as I hurry away from Mattheo's touch.
Running into the bathroom.
I just wanted to be alone, even if it was just for a minute.
I thought I'd forgiven him- i wanted too!
So why couldn't I do it!

Forgive him for what he did?
Maybe I didn't accept him for what he did, for what he was going to do on the tower that night.
But one thing was for certain , that mark didn't mean anything to me, not then and not now.
It was his actions that I couldn't get over, how he acted meant something to me not some stupid mark on his arm.

I couldn't believe that at the start of this whole revenge plan I had , that I hated Riddle wished him dead, tried to kill him only to end up here.
Stuck in Hogwarts waiting for the war to happen, for the war to come to us.
To finish.
To end up in love with the person I hated the most.
Honestly I just wanted the world to swallow me up.

I showered, getting changed into my Pj shorts and a vest top.
Still in the bathroom, looking at myself in the steamy mirror.
My hair only dripping slightly on my vest.
The life that I knew was gone, no more teasing Riddle or going to the hall for lunch with my friends , moaning about Dumbledore's stupid speeches or parties.
All of it was gone, it changed so quickly , too quickly.
If I even get out of this alive- and go back to school it won't be the same as I remembered.

People would be gone, hell Riddle-
People I love and care about could be gone.
I needed something to be the same, just one thing even if it was only for tonight.
I open the door slowly, looking at Riddle who was sat on the sofa with his arms on his knees waiting for me to come out.

"You ok?" He softly spoke and I could've sworn in that moment I'd forgotten everything I was about to say.
I nod trying to find the words, when I finally did it was trying to get them out that was difficult.
"So much has changed-" my arms wrap around my body with instinct.
Almost like I was cold but I wasn't.

"It happened so fast and I know that it will never Be the same, not between us or anyone, class won't be the same, the rivalry between houses won't be the same and friendships will be broken" I could tell that he was listening to every word I was saying.
That's what I like about him, I could always tell he was listening.

"It won't ever be the same-" my voice sped up a bit when I watched him stand up.
"Y/n it's ok slow down" I guess he noticed the tears in my eyes or my vulnerable posture.
"I just want one night, one last time where everything is the same, even if everything is just us"
He stands there not knowing what I was getting at.

I walk slowly towards him, nervous that he might reject me?
My hand reaches for his cheek, he lets me , not flinching away at all only melting into my touch.
I gulped as I leaned in kissing him softly.
He returns the same energy, grazing over my lips delicately.
It made me feel safe in a way.

His hand pats through my hair as his other holds my back.
Making me come closer to him.
He stops the kiss , just looking at me for a second.
Before gesturing his hands to my top, he wanted consent so I nodded making sure he knew I wanted this.
He slowly lifts my top over my head revealing every scar, bump or bruise on my torso.
Even the scars on my arms could be seen.

I take a deep breathe feeling nervous as his eyes almost inspect me.
I felt exposed.
"Your so beautiful" he smiles at me.
I've never seen him do that, when we were about to have sex.
Sure he smirked or gave me a cocky grin but never smiled like this.
A warm smile.
He looked happy.
Truly happy.

I start to do the same , unbuttoning his shirt when he nodded that I could.
I slowly unbuttoned the last button , running my hands down his chest.
Taking his shirt off his shoulders, I watch as it drops to the floor.
I smile when I see the scar on his shoulder, the scar I gave him.
Where it all began.

My finger tips graze it as he watches my hand with his hypnotic eyes.
He then looked at me, I watched as his hand did the same to the wound he gave me.
Mine was smaller though.
"I'm sorry-" he whispered looking down at the scar.
"I didn't mean for any of this to happen-" I knew he wasn't just talking about stabbing me but also leaving me.

Maybe even Falling for me?
"Me too" I swallow hard as I lean in again kissing him as we make our way to the bed behind us.
His hands slid up and down my waist, his lips still being soft and not rough but very passionate.
He tugs on my shorts looking at me as I help him take them off.

He starts to kiss my jaw earning a small moan from me.
My hands reach to undo his trousers which he lets me do.
Never breaking the kiss as he helps me pull his trousers down.
His fingers run down my stomach slowly before massaging my clit.
Making me break the kiss, my eyes wide, my mouth agape his eyes never leaving mine.

"That feels good-" I moan out as he watches my head tilt back more into the mattress.
"Yeah?" He almost teased but I think he was serious.
His fingers go through my folds before pushing into me.
My hands gripping the sheets, his thumb still teasing my clit.
"Theo-" I said his nick name that I had for him.
I start to feel his harden dick resting against my thigh.

I look down, his eyes following mine.
I nod my head hoping he understood what I was saying with my body language.
He moves so he's hovering me before lining up, looking me in the eyes as my hands sneak round his neck.
He then gently thrusts into me as my mouth widened more.

A small whine escapes my lips as a quiet grunt escapes his.

Mattheo riddle PoV
This time was different.
She wanted it to be the same, but this was different between us.
It wasn't just lust now-

I've never made love to someone like this-
It's cliche and it's something you would hear in a romance film.
When the bad boy changes all his ways for a girl that simply isn't right for him.
But this wasn't like that-
I hadn't changed-
Not completely.
I was still selfish at times, mean, rough and angry but she'd accepted that in some sort of strange way.

She accepted the horrid mark on my arm.
The same mark that would have me thrown into a cell.
The mark that made me the bad guy.
She didn't care about that, she never did and I only just fully realised that as I watch her desperate , warm eyes meet mine as I continue my soft thrusts.

I liked being rough, I loved it.
Especially in bed, I've never been soft with anyone in bed.
Even if they wanted me too, I would say that I simply didn't like it that way.
They would either accept that or choose not to sleep with me which I was fine with.
But this-
I would do this everyday for the rest of my life if y/n asked me too.

Or if she likes it more this way, I wouldn't even think of doing it rough again because this wasn't just boring vanilla sex it was making love to the woman I love for the first time.
Almost like when you lose your v - card for the first time or if your taking someone's v -card and you don't want to hurt them.

I was pleasuring the woman I loved, the only woman Ive ever loved. The only person I've ever loved.
Her hands run through my hair making me look at us.
How her body rocked up and down on the mattress slowly her mouth still open.
She kept nodding every once and a while.
A small smile crept onto my face as her head sank deeper into the mattress.
Her nails combing my scalp.

"Fuck y/n" I whispered as I feel myself getting closer to my high.
"I'm close Mattheo" she reassured as I rubbed her clit.
Her legs wrap around my waist pulling me in more, my face resting on her bare chest.
That's when I feel her release.
My eyes shut when I feel it, I stop thrusting , my lips kiss up her neck as I continue to thrust a little while longer chasing my climax.

My hand drops to her waist pulling her up off the bed slightly.
I release and she hugs me tighter into her chest.
I don't pull out straight away.
I wanted to say it, but this wasn't the right moment.
I didn't want to say it while we were having sex afraid that she'd think I only said it because we were sleeping together.
Afraid she'd tell me not to say it or if she'd be mad at me if I did. Not wanting to ruin the moment.

I peel myself off her laying beside the pretty girl.
Her head rests on my chest.
Her finger tips drawing shapes on my stomach.
"Thank you" I speak , I wished I hadn't said it.
It sounded like I was thanking her for sleeping with me like she was some sex worker or something?
But she wasn't she wasn't just some girl I paid for sex she was my everything.
She smiles up at me before closing her eyes drifting off.