like a flame ignites

"busy hooking up with someone else! from my own house! but of course, you either didn't care enough to hide it or just were too stupid to think over the consequences of making out with someone i share a dorm with!" it was getting dark and they shouldn't even be in hogsmeade anymore. they should be arguing anywhere but here where actual townspeople could see them but ... they were probably used to it by now. "my orgasms are none of your concern anymore and trust me! this is the last time i ever want to speak to you!" she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. but ... she didn't stop away. she could have but she didn't. " ... no one in hufflepuff likes you, you liar. hudson and i barely tolerate you."

riley could be jealous but the double standard of the situation was that if she was jealous? she was the crazy one who didn't let him breathe or whatever lie he would tell his friends. truth of the matter was that he was the crazy possessive one. not her! well ... maybe her a little. "i have friends in hufflepuff. i can easily sneak in and see him and you would never know. and you can't stop me. we broke up!" not that those words meant anything. broken up, not broken up ... it was messy.

fuck, was isobel irritating. hot, but extremely irritating. she knew exactly how to press his buttons and rile him up, even if she so innocently claimed otherwise. the mere thought of izzy sneaking into hufflepuff for smith has him on the edge of a frenzy. "you don't think i have friends in hufflepuff? i'll know." acquaintances and enemies, more like. "did we? three days with no contact and you're jumping to us being broken up? you're so goddamn pathetic. i was busy." three days, sneaking around with other girls in empty halls... yeah, those were definitely grounds for a breakup, but not for them. "but yeah, if you're so intent on wasting your time with a guy who won't make you cum, be my fucking guest. just don't come running back to me when you're disappointed." in reality, the moment izzy comes back to him? well, riley would welcome her with open arms, a smug smirk, and a quickie in a corridor.

if her wand wasn't back in her room, she would have made him cough up slugs. this was the endless cycle of being with riley. yelling and screaming which eventually ended with one of them giving in and yes, the angry make-up sex was great. above par. 10/10 but ... why did screaming always have to come first? "this ... has been great! amazing! such a ... productive conversation. is it going to continue on for much longer because i did intend on sleeping with zacharias tonight and the night is still very young."

at the mention of that ponce, riley's jaw tightens. to think smith was on riley's level in any capacity was generally irritating, but for him to go for his fucking girlfriend? yeah, smith's going straight to the infirmary once he's done with him. "no the fuck you aren't." riley says, his eyes darkening. "if smith values his life, he'd have gone back to his house and stay the fuck away from you."

"i wasn't going to stick around and let you make me look like an idiot!" sometimes her relationship with riley was good! izzy wanted to believe that it could be good because if not, that meant she wasted months of her life on a guy that wasn't remotely worth it. a guy that came onto her in the beginning and now couldn't answer an owl when she needed him. he seemed to have a six sense to her actually being happy with someone else though, with a sick gift in ruining it. "youre lucky it was this and not my first plan which was to tell the school just how small your dick it."

his eyes roll. riley was clearly not taking this seriously. at this point in their relationship, riley was fairly confident that their disagreements and hardships were things he could easily talk ( fuck? yeah, fuck. ) himself out of — it'd worked in the past. "you don't need me to look like an idiot." riley practically laughs. "and you really think people would actually believe you?" it wasn't like izzy was the only girl who ever had the privilege of having him in bed ( or rather, against the wall, in an empty classroom... ) "honestly, iz, for a ravenclaw, i thought you were meant to be smart."

"you can not crash my dates! you're such an asshole!" the butterbeer bottle that she had thrown barely missed his head ... barely was the key word and the only reason she didn't know another one was because there were none left. "i havent heard from you for three days! hudson told me you had your tongue down some ravenclaw's throat and now you think you can chase off my date!?"

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"oh — no. i mean, yes, but i handled it. don't worry."

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