Harry Potter One Shots

Pain(ed) - m.r. (hc) pt1

Mattheo occasionally got into fights at Hogwarts

A LOT of fights

he either just felt like it (something to out his pent up frustrations)

or someone just made him REALLY mad (which wasn't that hard to achieve)

he would never notice when he'd gone too far

this man could literally have a broken nose (or give someone one) and wouldn't even bat an eye

he'd never go to the hospital wing - no matter how bad it got - NEVER

however, there was only one person in the whole school who could touch his wounds...

... you

because your touch made him feel like it didn't hurt, like the pain wasn't even there

neither of you knew how it started or when it started, it just did one night -

- one night, when you found him all beaten up, slumped against the wall of the corridors

obviously, when you asked him about it, he'd immediately brush it off

however, you were extremely persistent and would drag him towards your dorm (even petrifying him if you needed to)

he'd protest, complain, nag - you wouldn't give up

because deep down you always cared about him, looking beneath the surface of his strong facade

this man would look absolutely AWFUL

face bloodied, nose cut, shirt drenched in whoever's blood - his or someone else's?

after that, he'd ALWAYS come to your room, after every fight, which could be night after night

you never complained

no words would ever be shared when he stood in your doorway

only one look from both of you would say enough

he needed your presence

he needed your soft touch

he needed your care

he just needed you

but he would never care to admit it

you'd let him in over and over again

because deep down you knew you needed his presence too

he'd always place himself on your bathroom counter, spreading his legs for you to stand in between

both of you would be lying if you said this intimacy didn't make your hearts flutter

make your hearts miss a beat

without knowing you needed each other's hearts to make it beat again

the quiet would calm both of you down

especially him, it'd make his mind go blank

for just one moment, he didn't have to worry about anything else

just you

while you treated his wounds with immense care he couldn't help but admire your face

admire your every mole

your lashes

your eyes

your lips, you'd bite to focus on his wounds

like everything on your face deserved its appreciation

like it was meant to be covered by his gaze

he was hurt

inside

and outside

but would NEVER show it, because to him it meant weakness and weakness meant danger

after every nightly encounter, you two wouldn't speak about it in the morning

you respected it

but you both knew there was something to talk about

not the wounds

but the tension that grew and grew every night

it didn't have to be cut by a knife because it could burst at any moment

but it never would

you both knew there was something more, that it had to be cut, but would never speak about it

because both of you knew well enough that it would only pain the other

like moths to a flame

but never burnt