𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚

11 - 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘐𝘴 𝘔𝘦 𝘛𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨

*MATTHEO'S POV*

It's four am, i'm currently smoking in the halls, crying silently.

I never express my feelings. I'm afraid people will think i'm weak. Voldemort's son doesn't cry after all, he has no emotions.

My thoughts get cut off as i see someone walking towards me. I can't see who it is until she gets closer, it's so dark here.

Emma, why am I not surprised. She always manages to make her way to me. Without fail. It's starting to get out of hand. Shit. I don't want her to see me crying. It's too late to hide it now. God, this is going to be embarassing.

"Mattheo, I heard someone crying, i'm assuming it's you, is everything alright?" she sits down next to me. Her being here just makes me want to break down crying. And that's exactly what I do. I feel comfortable around her for some reason, like i don't have to hide my feelings all the time.

I'm going to regret doing this tomorrow but now i just feel cared for, something I have never experienced. She plays with my hair, while hugging me back tightly. "What's wrong Matt?" she whispers. I can't make out words, I just continue sobbing into her chest.

In that same moment, it's when i realized something. I didn't think I could ever love, but now, I think i was saving it all for her. I could say she reminds me of home, but unlike home, she actually makes me feel safe.

I calm down a bit. As the tears dry on my cheeks, leaving a mark. I really appreciate this. She won't ever understand how this makes me feel.

We sit in silence, though I still love every second i'm around her. All we can hear is each other, even though none of us are saying a word.

"Thank you." I say lighting another cigarette. I think those are the only two words i'm going to manage to get out. "You don't have to thank me, we all have our moments, i'm here if you need anything okay, despite everything."

I'm not going to open up to anyone, it's still too hard for me.

She is so kind. How come i've never seen this side of her? I swear just weeks ago she would have killed me if she had the chance.

We stay in the same position for a good half an hour. "Goodnight, we'll talk tomorrow" she states. She stares back at me while walking off. In return i give her a sad smile.

I'm definitely going to make it up to her.

The next day, I get her some tulips, her favorite, i know that for a fact since it's the only type of flowers she buys. I write her a little thank you note as well. I leave it outside her dorm. This is the least I can do.

From now on, this is me trying to be nice to her.