Break my heart again

Harry

School started and I already planned on staying in the library during any break we have, just to avoid Flint. I knew he wouldn't even take a step near the library. During lunch break I hid myself in the library again, hoping nobody that I knew would find me. 

But I was wrong. Mattheo Riddle found me and sat down next to me, looking at me. "Why aren't you in the Great Hall?" He asked as his brown eyes watched every movement of mine. "Didn't felt like eating right now." I answered him. "How is your face?" "Ah you mean because of yesterday? Its okay, just got a little scar over my eyebrow." 

"You shouldn't have done that, Mattheo." "I enjoyed punching him." By the look on my face, he realised that I didn't like that sentence. "Sorry. Can I ask you something?" "Sure." "Why did you start crying yesterday?" 

I looked at my hands. Mattheo grabbed them and I looked back at his eyes. "It's okay, if you don't want to tell me now, maybe some day you will." Well, I must say I liked this intimate moment or so whatever with Mattheo, but I needed to stop it. I got up. "Sorry, but uhm, Theodore needs me." 

I can't be with him. I just can't. The whole week I tried to get away from Mattheo. He always tried to talk to me, but I maneged to get out of his way. And so it went on, week for week. I tried to get near Harry, but it was harder than I even thought. 

On Halloween Harry, Ron and Hermione Granger beat up a troll who got into the school somehow. Quirrell made partner work and I got into a team with Mattheo. That was two weeks after Halloween. 

"I am glad we got into the same team. Why are you avoiding me since first day at school?" I looked at Mattheo. "I am not avoiding you. I just kept a bit of distance or something." I said. "Whatever you ignored me. Why is that? Have I done anything wrong?" He didn't do anything wrong, but how do I tell him that? 

"Well, uhm. I just didn't want you to bring yourself into any trouble with Flint because of me." And it was true. I didn't want him to get into more trouble then he already often is. 

"You care about me, darling? Don't you." Just by saying darling, my heart melted and I got butterflys. "Well, you are a friend of Theodore, so I care a bit about you, maybe." I said. He had a grin on his face and his eyes light up. "Good to know, somebody cares a bit about me, maybe." 

I rolled my eyes. "You are gonna remind of that everytime you can, won't you?" "Ohh yes, I will darling." And again I got butterflys and my heart beated a bit faster that it would usually do. 

After defense against the dark arts I went to look for Harry, we needed to talk. I found him sitting in the commonroom alone. I walked up to him. "Uhm, Harry, can I sit down next to you?" He looked up. "Yea, sure." 

"We need to talk." "Talk about what, and who are you?" "I am Noelle Black, we wrote each other in summer, you remember." "You are Noelle? Why is everybody talking bad behind your back about you? I've heard some things." 

"Well, my father isn't really liked in the wizarding world, you know. And I am in Gryffindore so, they like to talk shit about me. But I am not that bad, you can ask Ron." "Why Ron?" "I am staying at the Weaslys since I was 6 years old." 

"Whys that? Don't you have your mom?" "No, my mom died when I was three. Long story for some other day." "And why am I not staying at their house?" "They thought it would be better for you, to stay at your muggle family. You didn't knew anything about wizards." "But you could stay there." "Yes, I knew everything, you know. And I didn't had any other family to go to. So I was allowed to stay at the Weaslys when I was 6."

"Where did you stay before?" "I was in a orphanage in London." Harry nooded. I think, he might understood why everything happend the way it did. "So you are sort of a cousin to me? You told me that in one of your letters."

"Well, yea sort of. Our parents knew each other. They went to Hogwarts together. I remember as your mom told me, when I first saw you, that I am your cousin." "But we aren't family by blood." "Family doesn't mean, you need the same blood. Family means, who you are calling your family. Who is there for you. Who you can call home, or who you trust the most. Thats family. Well, thats what means family for me."  

Harry and I talked the whole evening. He asked me so many questions. I enjoyed talking to him. He was so worried, everybody likes him for his 'history'. 

"Well Harry, I think it's time to go to bed." "Yea, I think you are right. Good night Noelle." "Good night Harry."