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You stepped forward, grabbed him by his tie, hard, and kissed him. Not a hesitant little peck. Not an experimental brush of lips. A proper kiss. Sharp. Sudden. Entirely fueled by irritation and the desperate need to prove a point nobody had asked you to prove. Mattheo froze. Actually froze. For perhaps the first time in recorded Hogwarts history, Mattheo Riddle had absolutely nothing to say. You pulled away. Your heart was hammering. Your cheeks were burning. Mattheo was staring at you like you'd just slapped him with a fish. And there was a horrible silence. “See? Just what I thought. Nonsense,” you muttered, mostly to yourself.