„Oh, my dear..." (Mattheo Riddle ff)

how it happened...

P.T.

Riddle didn't let go of my hand again, until it was time to leave Hogsmead and get back to Hogwarts.

As soon as we joined all the other students where the carriages waited, he let go of my hand, not wanting to make it even more obvious. This was just level four after all. 

I got into a carriage with Pansy and Luna again and smilingly listend to them talk about their stay in Hogsmeade. Luna had gotten a new pair of glasses, and Pansy had bought a whole bag of chocolate frogs. 

,,I have to get them somewhere cool as soon as we're home, the fucking chocolate is already starting to melt!" she cursed.

And so she immediately grabbed her stuff and headed right back to the castle, as soon as we reached Hogwarts, Zabini following her.

Luna and Malfoy walked back up the hill with Nott as well, and I was the last one the leave our carriage.

Or at least, I tried to do so. Riddle stopped me, by standing in front of it and holding up his hand for me to take.

I looked down at him from the carriage. ,,Seriously, Riddle? This thing has stairs."

,,I know. But doesn't mean you have to take them, love. There's people around us and we're dating after all."

With a sigh, I took his hand and let him help me down onto the grass. ,,Thank you, gentleman..."

,,Everything for you, my love."

Rolling my eyes quietly, I walked over to the Thestrals pulling the carriage and gently petted one of them.

Riddle followed, standing next to me. ,,You can see them too?" he asked, surprisingly softly.

I nodded, and carefully stroked the Thestrals neck. ,,Yeah..."

He cleared his throat and wrapped one arm around my waist. ,,How? I mean... you know. Who did..." Riddle stuttered, but I knew what he meant.

I looked into the deep black eyes of the Thestral. ,,My mother."

The words left my lips, before i even realized what I just said. I swallowed, and looked away, shocked by myself.

Why did just say that? I had never told anyone about my mother! Luna was the only person who knew about her... 

,,Love, are you okay?" Riddle asked quietly, gently touching my chin to turn my face back towards him.

,,What? Ah, yeah... Yes, I'm... I'm fine." I quickly answered nervously. 

,,Come on... What's wrong?" he whispered, turning me around completely, his hands resting on my hips.

,,Nothing! I just... I don't talk about it a lot." That was a lie. I talked about it exactly never.

,,About your mother? That's okay, love. I don't..." Riddle took a deep breath. ,,I don't talk about mine either."

Surprised, I looked up at him. ,,You see them because of your mother too?" I gasped more than I whispered.

He nodded, looking away. ,,I... I was seven." he whispered.

I swallowed again. ,,I was four..."

And that was it. Everything was said between us. Riddle looked back at me, still holding me by my hips and hesitated for a moment.

,,Can I... Can I give you a hug, love? That's just... a thing that people do in situations like this, right?"

I nodded slowly. ,,Yeah, I believe so..."