Second chances *ੈ✩‧₊˚ (harry potter x reader)

A Tie-ny slip up

i'm soooo sorry about the delay😭school started and it's been so busy. the chapter is long to make up for it💓
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the moment i opened my eyes the next morning, my head started pounding and i immediately shut them again tightly. while i was regaining consciousness, i was trying to piece last night together. in the midst of my recollection, i realise what i was laying on was breathing. and i slowly notice the feeling of their arms wrapped around me. one thought takes over my mind.

please don't be Harry. please don't be Harry.

cause judging by my fuzzy memory, i could literally be sleeping on anyone. i lift my slightly too look at their face and see a sleeping, Mattheo?

seeing by how bright the sun was shining through the windows, it most definitely was no longer morning. an overwhelming feeling was overtaking me. i stood up way faster than i should've, making my head pound harder, and dashed to the bathroom. i was bent over the toilet within seconds, throwing up all of last night.

after a good 30 seconds of it, i sigh, close my eyes and rest my head on the toilet seat.

"damn, Diggory." a voice says. i turn my head and glare at of course, Mattheo, leaning against the doorway with his arms folded. he was also still in the previous day's uniform.

"shut up. all i see are your damn brownies in the toilet." i reply as i stand up and flush the toilet.

"alright alright. my bad." he says as he walks into the bathroom. we stand beside each other and look at ourselves. damn. i looked so ill. we both try to fix our hair a little. he reaches in his pocket and holds his hand out. a white pill.

"for the headache i know you have." he says. i take the pill and put it in my pocket. he pops his own right into his mouth.

"you're not supposed to take that on a empty stomach."

"okay mom." he replies.

"Mattheo!"

"not so loud." he says and closes his eyes as he holds his head.

"were you at least sober enough to be able to debrief it to me?" i inquire as i give up on my 'looking presentable' attempt. he laughs softly.

"i saved your arse last night y/n. you disappeared for a couple hours, and next thing i saw you and Pansy took over the pole. you took 'stripping' quite literally cause by the time i got to you, you were dancing in your bloody bra."

i listen to his explanation in horror.

"i put your shirt back on and brought you to where i was sitting, and you chilled there for the rest of the night... you kept saying you were looking for your brother? you wanted to tell him something? forgive me if i'm wrong, but didn't he pass in June? the bloke in the Triwizard Tournament?"

my horror turns to embarrassment. he probably thought i was mental. "uh... yeah." i wanted to change the topic, quickly.

"so uh... i couldn't help but notice where i woke up?" i attempt a joke. "nothing happened between us right?"

he stretches his arms and yawns as he replies, "other than the fact that you kissed me, and fell asleep on top of me... nah."

"i kissed you!???"

"yeah. but i saw you strip in your bra y/n, and helped you get redressed. that's like what, second base? but in my book, that's a body." he says. i hit his arm at his stupid joke.