Requiem I Mattheo Riddle I

Overwhelming Noise

The next morning, I wake up to arms wrapped around my waist and breathing near my ear. I snuggle back into my pillow and blanket, trying to shut my rapidly thinking mind off. Slowly, small tid bits of yesterday night come back to me. Theo.

What happened to Theo? Where did he go last night? He probably got back to his room, but I was supposed to come with him. And-

I shoot up in bed. Mattheo next to me just snuggles further into his pillow, waking up only slightly to reach up for me to lay back down. I don't. It's 2 AM. I walk to the bathroom to wash the leftover makeup, that I ever so hate, off my face. Carefully washing under my, still very heavy lided, eyes, I feel the affects of the hangover. My head is throbbing with a dull, but sharp pain.

I tug my dress off, allowing it to fall in a pool at my feet. Someone, most likely Mattheo, had taken off my heels. I grab my biggest t-shirt off the hanger in the bathroom, pulling it over my head. It fell all the way to my knees.

Mattheo is curled up on the right side of my bed, looking younger in his sleep. A strand of his dark curls bounce up and down with his in sync breathing. Deciding I'm not mean enough to wake this man from his peaceful slumber, I go back under the bed covers, snuggling my head into his chest. He subconsiously put his arm around me, and the corners of my mouth tug up.

I fall asleep to the sound of his heart beat, and the soft smile gracing his beautiful face.

....

It's been a two weeks since that miserable party. When I woke up again, Mattheo was gone. My room smelled like cigarettes, books, and cologne for the next few days. I didn't mind though. The smell, for some reason, disapated the nightmares before they could start.

I hated it when the smell went away.

"Hermione?" I whisper to the Gryffindor,"Do you have a piece of paper I can use?" Hermiones used to me forgetting my notebook at this point, and just hands me the paper she already had ripped out. "Thanks."

Using the paper provided, I took notes. But the majority of the paper was full of doodles. A crown here. A trident there. Mini ghosts in the corner. Gems in the other.

"Ms. Requiem?" My attention falls to Snape at the head of the class.

"Yes?"

He frowns in disapproval,"If you had been paying attention, you would know that we were discussing the affects of similar love potions. Now, can you tell me the most powerful love potion?"

" Amortentia," I say nonchalantly," or otherwise known as The Love Potion. Amortentia causes the person to feel a powerful obsession with the giver."

Snape frowns a little more, which I didn't know was possible considering his face is already in a permanent look of disapproval," Very good, Ms Requiem. Ms. Granger, what else is said about this potion?"

" According to History of Potions 101, Amortentia's smell is said to smell like your soulmate."

"And, since Ms Requiem was not listening to this discussion, she will be the first to smell it." I snort. I doubt I have a soulmate. Soulmates do not exist. A family member said that to me. It's unimportant who.

I walk up to the front of the class room, towards the potion sitting in the center of it. I take a small whif of the potion, nothing. I keep trying to smell it, hopefully my nose is just broken. Then, I smell it. The scent is very peculiar. It smells like cologne. Very strongly of cologne. Mixed with- was that cigarette smoke? I shrugged. It was probably someone else. That I definitley hadn't met yet.

"What does it smell like?" Someone from behind me asks.

"Roses," I lie," A strong scent of greenery, like a greenhouse. And freshly made metal."