𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎
Mattheo x OC
Dumbledore's dead. Mattheo and Draco have left with the death eaters. War is just around the corner.
After discovering the truth about Mattheo's mother and the reason why the dark Lord is immortal, Cordelia joins Harry...
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Cordelia
Mum had set Mattheo up with a duvet and pillow on the sofa. "Will you be okay down here, dear?" My mum asked him.
"Yes, thank you." He replied. I had sat next to him, under the duvet with my knees curled up to my chest.
"Can I get you anything?"
"No, you've done more than enough thank you," he gave her a smile.
"Alright love." She smiled back. "Cordelia, sweetie, I'm going to go up now so I'll see you in the morning." She came over and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
"Night mum," I called to her.
"Sweet Dreams," she offered.
"Now, I don't want any funny business between the two of you tonight, understand?" My dad said pointing a finger at the both of us.
"Daaaadddd," I complained. He'd come home a few hours after our arrival and spent the majority of the time questioning how the two of us met and how true Mattheo's feelings were for me. He wasn't disappointed with the answers.
"Alright, alright. I'll see you in the morning Seaweed."
"Night Dad," Neither of us said a word as we listened to the creaks of the stairs as he ascended. We both stared at nothing. An imaginary something on the floor. Mattheo's arm wrapped around me, pulling me into his side. I hugged him back and breathed in his scent.
"Seaweed?" Mattheo asked with a smirk.
"Just a nickname from when I was a child," I explained.
"Can I ask how on earth you got Seaweed as a nickname?"
I chuckled. "Cordelia. It means heart or daughter of the sea. When my mum explained that to me, I became fascinated with the sea and all the living creatures that live below the surface. Seaweed is anchored to the sea bottom or other solid structures. My dad would always tell me that I was a very anchored and strong character, to which I told him "like seaweed," and then it just stuck. He called me seaweed from then onwards."
Mattheo stared at me, fighting back a laugh. "That's adorable!"
"Shut up," I smacked his chest.
"I'm sorry but it is. I want to call you seaweed now."
"Well, you can't. That's reserved for dad only I'm afraid." I sucked in a breath through my teeth. "Besides, you've got enough nicknames for me."
He laughed. "I do, Cord," he kissed my hand, "Darling," he kissed my shoulder, "sweetheart," he kissed my cheek.
"That's mine to you," I whispered.
"I'm stealing it," he whispered back, "baby?" He kissed my lips.
"Baby?" I thought over it. "We haven't tried baby yet."
