"I can't be who you want me to be Draco! He changed me, he came along and showed me who I could be. And now that I have to live without him kills me because every breath I take without fucking hurts."
A Riddle and a Hale. I guess history really does...
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"Are you going to help Theo, or just sit there and watch me?" Devorah sighed as she plopped all the ingredients down on the table. "I think I'll watch. I have a pretty good view."
Mattheo smirked his eyes scanning her body. "Stop it." Devorah huffed as she turned on their cauldron and began reading the directions.
"You should pull your hair into a ponytail, then everyone can see my work." Mattheo told her as he pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, but she brushed his touch off as she had this concentrated look on her face.
"Stop being cranky Devorah, I just went down on you and we're going to that stupid party. So lose the attitude."
"Don't say that so loud. And I don't have an attitude, I just want a good grade Theo." Devorah snapped at him as she finally turned her attention to him. "If I put my hair in a ponytail then will you help me?"
"No, because this is a stupid assignment." Devorah sighed before starting the potion. "So you've never been in love? Not even once?" Devorah spoke in a whisper tone towards Mattheo.
"You can't really fall in love when you were conceived under a love potion. So I don't believe in love." Mattheo mumbbled.
"If we cease to believe in love, why would we want to live?" "I don't know why people crave such a feeling that in the end will make them feel empty and broken." Mattheo scoffed.
"It's also about trust. Trusting that the person you love will choose to stand by you through hell and back. And that kind of love is worth it all. The good... and the bad. You feel that kind of love in your soul. Like when your heart melts every time you see them smile, when all you want to do is be around them because not being near them drives you crazy and all you want to do is protect them, and seeing them in pain hurts you as well. It's unexpected really, love doesn't wait for you to be ready, it just shows up. It can be beautiful, or it can hurt. Because the ones you love are the ones who do the most damage in the end. But you have to have trust, trust that they'll love you till the end."
Devorah spoke, her eyes never leaving the cauldron. Looking up at Mattheo for a small second she wiped a small tear away before giving him a small smile and storing their potion. All she ever wanted was someone to love her enough to stay. "And how do you know so much about all this?"
"Because I fell in love with every guy I ever dated. Whether they were smart, or stupid, sweet, or cruel, it didn't matter. I didn't like to be alone. Maybe it was because I was so naive, giving my heart to guys who didn't want it because I thought they could learn to. But getting hurt by it still hasn't made me stop wanting it."
Devorah spoke as she played with her necklace after turning the heat down on their cauldron. "So, what do you smell?" Mattheo leaned in to take a sniff only to have three distinct scents fill his nostrils. "Nothing..."
