𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Just my Imagination | Mattheo Riddle

I dragged my feet down the cold stone corridors, body aching with exhaustion. Studying in the library and skipping dinner was not the best idea, I must admit, but the upcoming examinations were casting a gloomy mist amongst the students and no matter how much I wanted to go outside with my friends, swim in the lake, play quidditch with my team— that was not possible.
Handling academics was one thing, but balancing it with Quidditch training was another.
Sure, I was a top student and a great Quidditch player, but everything has a cost— no free time whatsoever. My days were packed with classes, study sessions and late night trainings leaving me no time to relax and even if I were to fall sick, homework and learning doesn't do itself.

"Y/n," A familiar, deep voice interrupted my reveries, "What are you doing here?"
"Mattheo?" I was shocked at how utterly drained I sounded and Mattheo's expression didn't make it any better. He took a few steps closer to me, examining my face carefully. I tried my best to give him a smile, but I faltered when he raised an eyebrow and another wave of tiredness washed over me. I staggered a little, eyes dropping.
"Oh darling," Mattheo's voice was soft, his touch gentle as he reached for my arm to steady me. He turned me in the direction of our shared common room. He placed a hand on my back, almost cautiously. "Is this okay?" I nodded, letting him lead me to the entrance.

As soon as he had given the password and the door had swung open, he hoisted my book bag higher onto his shoulders and picked me up in his arms. Normally this would have caused protest, but I was in no state for objections.

A few minutes later I felt myself sink into a mattress, the strong, calming smell of Mattheo's cologne filled my nose and a sigh of relief left my lips. "Love, you're still in your uniform," He whispered softly, almost directly after dropping a soft shirt onto my stomach, "I'll go change in the bathroom." I nodded, forcing myself to keep my eyes open.

Once he had left the room, I stripped down to my underwear, pulling the large, oversize shirt over my head. It covered my whole torso and most of my thighs. Soon, Mattheo exited the bathroom, wearing a white shirt and striped pyjama pants.

"You done, love?" He smiled, sitting by the door end of his bed.
"Yeah," I yawned widely, rubbing my eyes.
"May I lay with you?" The question was genuine and sweet and as soon as I approved, he turned off the lights and lay down beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against him.
He buried his head in the crook of my neck and before sleep took over my form, I thought I heard him whisper, "I love you, darling."

But it may just have been my imagination.

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Phew, okay, chapter completed!!
Currently a quarter to 12– i should be sleeping now but I really needed to write this down. If there are any typos, I blame it on my nearly-asleep state.

I have the feeling I kept repeating myself and that it dragged a little, but maybe that's just the perfectionist in me.
Still, let me know what you think— any criticism or ideas?

Please comment and vote, requests are still open cuz my lazy ass can't think of more things.
(Says the one with an unpublished part literally titled: ideas [do not publish])

Aaaaaanyways, stay safe <33

~j.