Oh, my dear... (Mattheo Riddle ff)

how to celebrate a win (and go shopping)...

(this is a bonus chapter, because I'm fucking bored and had time. next regular one coming august 26th)

M.R.

I didn't know how to feel. 

Of course, there was so much frustration and anger over the final match we had lost. And so much confusion and anger towards Blaise. He had sworn, that what happened at the end of the match had been an accident, but it was hard to believe. 

On the other hand, I was a little happy for Phersephone, and that fucking annoyed me. She might not be my academic rival anymore, but why the hell did it feel so nice, to see her so happy after her win?

Around eleven o'clock in the night, I walked up the stairs of the astronomy tower to get some fresh air to clear my head. As I stepped out on the highest platform, the cool wind of the night brushed over my face. 

I stood before the railing and took some deep breaths. Some weeks ago, I would have pulled out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes, just smoking through these weird feeling. 

But I quit smoking. For my own good, and the sake of Phersephone's sore throat. 

I don't exactly know, how long I had been standing there, just thinking about everything and nothing. My thoughts were interrupted, when the door behind me opened and someone stepped up to me, standing at the railing beside me. 

,,Evening, Mr Riddle." Phersephone said. I heard the sound of glass ringing against glass when she handed me one of the beers she was holding. 

Turning my head to look at her, I took it and cracket it open on the railing. ,,Evening, Ms Thorne." 

She took a sip of her beer, before leaning both her elbows on the railing, looking out into the night. 

Drinking my own beer, I looked at her from the side. The suit she was wearing was almost identical to mine. Simple but elegant, black and neat, just with a blue tie instead of a green one. 

,,Shouldn't you be at your party, celebrating your win?" I asked, also leaning my forearms on the railing. 

Phersephone grinned, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. ,,Shouldn't you be in your bed, crying about your loss?" 

The way she looked over at me from the side made me smile, no matter if I wanted to or not.

,,I don't know, you tell me. Should I be sad about it?"

She frowned. ,,What do you mean, Mattheo?"

Shrugging, I took another sip of my beer, looking back into the night. ,,I mean, I did loose. But you won. And you know what they say... Happy wife, happy life." 

For a moment, I thought she'd curse my ass. But then, I just heard her giggle next to me. 

,,Your are impossible, my dear." she chuckled, before drinking more of her beer.  

,,Am I now?" I gave back, raising a single eyebrow with a grin. ,,Or are you just drunk?"

She immediately raised one finger, pointing at me with a chuckle. ,,I am not drunk, idiot. I'm simply in a very good mood. Did I mention, I won the Quidditch final today?"

,,Did I mention, that I let you win?" I asked back, lazily leaning over the railing. 

Phersephone laughed quietly, shaking her head. ,,In your dreams, Riddle... In your dreams." 

Sighing deeply, I stepped closer and put my free arm around her shoulders. ,,How many times have we already talked about this, love? You know by now, that my dreams are only about you..."