„Oh, my dear..." (Mattheo Riddle ff)

how unfair Hogwarts is...

P.T.

Fuck.

That didn't go as planed. Not at all...

I never told anyone about my family. Luna was the only one who knew!

Maybe I shouldn't have told him. But it felt so right to say it. So honest... I even felt a little bad, that I didn't tell him earlier. God damn it!

When I woke up the next morning, Mattheo was still next to me on the bed, sleeping silently. He looked unusually peaceful and calm, his breath slow and deep.

Carefully, I lifted my hurt arm from his chest and tried to untangle myself from his arms without waking him up.

I managed to sit up straight, but as I started fiddling with the tape around my arm, I already heard the blanket ruffle behind me.

,,And where the fuck do you think you're going?" Mattheo muttered, his morning voice a little too low and raspy.

Lord have mercy...

Quickly, i tried to sort out my mess of a hair, before turning around to look at him. ,,Good morning to you too, Mr Riddle..."

He pulled his extended arm to his side, rolling over and sitting up as well on the bed next to me, before stretching his arms with a grimace.

,,My arm feels like it's going to fall off, after laying under your head all night..." he hissed.

Raising my own hands in defense, I stood up from the bed. ,,Hey, you wanted this! Don't act like it's my heads fault now!"

,,It's your head?"

,,My dear... You decided to stay here with me, when Madam Pomfrey assumed you wanted to! So don't come at me for your own stupidity now!"

Chuckling in amusement, he slowly shook his head. ,,Touchee, love. Touchee..."

,,Obviously..." I whispered, more too myself, while I looked around for my shoes and blazer.

Suddenly, the doors of the hospital wing slammed open.

And quicker than I could react in any way, Mattheo had already pulled me back onto the bed and on his lap.

,,Fucker..." I hissed, looking back over his shoulder and watching Madam Pomfrey walk towards us, together with Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

,,Be quiet..." Mattheo hissed back, and followed my gaze, watching our teachers coming closer.

,,What are you doing out of bed, Ms Thorne?" was the first thing Madam Pomfrey said. ,,I already regret letting you stay here, Mr Riddle! Your girlfriend needs to sleep enough!"

Quickly, I tried to get up but Mattheo wrapped his arms around me. ,,Madam Pomfrey, please. It wasn't his fault, I just woke up all on my own!"

Sighing deeply, she lifted up my arm to inspect it. ,,I certainly hope so, Ms Thorne. Usually, boyfriends are not even allowed in here, but I was just to tired to discuss that with the two of you yesterday night. An injurie like yours needs to be taken care of carefully, and sharing a bed with another person certainly is not the best way to improve on the quality of sleep..."

,,Excuse me, Madam Pomfrey..." Professor McGonagall interrupted her, taking a step closer. ,,Would it be possible for us to have a word with Ms Thorne, and... Mr Riddle?"

,,Of course." Madam Pomfrey muttered, and went off to search for something in one of her many shelves with little bottles and boxes.

,,Ms Thorne, Mr Riddle, good morning." Professor Flitwick said with a nod, but the way he looked us up and down couldn't be missed. Mattheo noticed it too, and in the next moment I felt him hide a chuckle behind my shoulder.