Mind Over Matter || Mattheo Riddle

D E T E N T I O N

*MATTHEO*

J looks almost upset, but it's not like she would have wanted me to kiss her. She hates me.

"Right. You're just concussed." She says, smiling. Her smile is just as adorable as it was the first time I saw it. "Let's get you to bed, yeah?"

I nod, and she stands up. She gestures for me to lay down, which I do, and she turns to leave.

I hesitate for a moment before speaking. "Don't leave, they'll think we fought or something." She turns to look at me again and once we make eye contact she looks down at her feet. "If I promise I won't try anything on you, will you stay the night again?"

She thinks about it for a moment, before sitting beside me on the bed. "I'll stay," she starts, and her voice is soft. "But I really do need to work on my essay tomorrow."

Right, the essay.

"Fuck the essay." I'm only half joking, and she laughs.

"Alright, Mr. Is Only Passing Because His Dad's Terrifying, you need to sleep." I can't help but smile up at her. She smiles back. "I'm serious!"

•••

*JULIA*

I wake up in Riddle's bed again, but he's not here.

He made me change into his jumper before we both went to bed, and now all I can smell is him.

His bed, his jumper, his dorm.

Not that I mind, exactly, he doesn't smell bad.

I sit up, running a hand through my hair and looking at the other three beds in the room. No one is here, that's weird. Theodore's bed is a mess, of course, in contrast to Draco's which is unnecessarily tidy. Lorenzo's looks like he slept above the blanket, and I wouldn't be surprised if that's the case.

I look at Riddle's trunk, at the foot of his bed, and there's folded clothes on top of it.

The blanket falls off my legs as I lean forward to see a sticky-note on the clothes, and I grab it to read it.

Put these on, meet me in the common room.

It's weird to see Riddle's hand writing, because it's oddly neat. I did not take him for that kind of person, and I'm not sure if that's because of his father or because of the fact that he's a teenage Slytherin boy.

I lean forward again to take the clothes, a yellow jumper along with a black skirt and long socks. I don't feel like he would just have these in his dorm, so I wonder where he got them from.

•••

There's barely anyone in the common room when I walk into it. Riddle is sitting on the floor near the fire, which is going out, and he's writing on something in his lap.

He turns to look at me when I start walking toward him and he smiles at me.

His smile is soft.

The Slytherin closes whatever it is he's writing on, and he stands. I'm reminded of how much taller he is than me.

He closes the space between us. "The guys got detention, they're with Severus all day now." I wonder if he remembers that he nearly kissed me last night, but I would never bring it up.