Opposite Hearts || Yn x Mattheo Riddle

Chapter 40, The Wedding Part 3, I like you

"I like you. Alot"

Yn's pov:
"Do you, William Arthur, take Fleur Isabelle...?"

In the front row, Mrs Weasley and Madame Delacour were both sobbing quietly into scraps of lace. Trumpet-like sounds from the back of the marquee told everyone that Hagrid had taken out one of his own tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs. Hermione turned around and beamed at me; her eyes, too, were full of tears. We held eye contact for a few seconds and I smiled at her as I felt my own eyes also getting glossy from tears.

"... then I declare you bounded for life."

The tufty-haired wizard raised his wand high over the heads of Bill and Fleur and a shower of silver stars fell upon them, spiralling around their now entwined figures.

As Fred and George led a round of applause, the golden balloons overhead burst: birds of paradise and tiny, golden bells flew and floated out of them, adding their songs amd chimes to the din.

I felt eyes on me so I turned to look to my right and saw Mattheo looking down at me. I smiled at him and he smirked back. He then bent down a little to my level and cupped my face, wiping a tear away, that had escaped my eye, with the pad of his thumb. I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Is the Yn Yln blushing?" He smirked, still looking deep into my eyes.
"Shut up" I said blushing even more, staring right back into his eyes, getting lost into them.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Called the tufty-haired wizard, suddenly, breaking us from our trace, as we quickly turned back to the front. "If you would please stand up!"

We all stood up, Auntie Muriel grumblimg audibly; he waved his wand. The seats on which we had been sitting on rose gracefully into the air as the canvas walls of the marquee vanished, so that they stood beneath a canopy supported by golden poles, with a glorious view of the sunlit orchard and surrounding countryside.

Next, a pool of moltern gold spread from the centre of the tent to form a gleaming dance floor; the hovering chairs grouped themselves around a small, white-clothed, tables, which all floated gracefully back to earth around it, and the golden-jacketed banf trooped towards a podium.

"Smooth" I heard Ron say approvingly, from the row behind me.

The waiters popped up on all sides, some bearing silver trays of pumpkin juice,Butterbeer and Firewiskey, others tottering piles of tarts amd sandwiches.

"C'mon!" Said Pansy excitedly, suddenly grabbing my arm and dragging me towards the dance floor with oner hand, her other hand pulling Mia along.

The bride and groom had taken the floor, followed soon after by Mr and Mrs Weasley, and Monsieur and Madame Delacour.

Pansy pulled us up onto the dance floor and we began to dance, giggling loudly. Ginny and Luna joined us too, later on.

I was swaying my hips to the song as I then caught sight of Tedros and Agatha dancing together. I unconsciously stopped dancing to watch them, my face clearly filled with sadness and maybe even jealousy. I stayed still, watching them dance in a slow waltz, Agatha's hands wrapped around Tedros' neck, her head nestled in his chest, as his hands were wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her into his chest as he rested his head on hers.

They looked so peaceful, so happy.

"Yn, you alright?" Pansy asked making me look away from them.
"Yeah" I said, looking down at my feet sadly.

Pansy looked towards were I had been staring, and her eyes widened in sorrow and understanding.
"Oh Yn, I'm so sorry"
"Dont be, it not your fault, and I dont mind. I'm happy for him, for them." I replied, looking up at her slowly, giving her a weak smile.