„Oh, my dear..." (Mattheo Riddle ff)

how it all came down...

P.T.

„See?" Mattheo said again, placing a hand on my lower back as he stood behind me in the mirror. „You look beautiful, love." 

Sighing deeply, I wiped a little Mascara from under my eye. „You're my boyfriend, you have to say that."

„But you are! You do look beautiful!" 

„Mattheo, I really appreciate it. Really. But just because you say it over and over again doesn't make it more true."

„Yes it will." he gave back. „And I'll tell you every five minutes if necessary." With that, he pressed a kiss to the back of my head, before he turned away and walked over to the bed, picking up his suit jacket.

Fiddling with my hair, I tried to pin as many of my curls as possible out of my face before powdering my face one last time. 

„Penny?" Mattheo called out from behind me. 

„Coming..." I gave back, setting my make up aside. 

„Alright, come here..." gently wrapping his tied around my fingers, I pulled him closer. Tying the knot, I tugged it in the right place before folding over the collar of his black shirt. 

Lightly patting his chest, I nodded and sighed. „You look handsome. As always."

His fingers wrapped around my wrist, holding my hand against his chest. Seeing the usual smirk already forming on his lips, I raised a warning finger. 

„Do not let that get to your head, hot shot."

„You're so adorable when you try not to fawn over me." he whispered, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose. „Now, let me just..."

Before I could react or protest, he tugged on my own tie, tying it and sorting out my collar. 

„We're going to be fine." he muttered, fiddling with my clothes. „It's all going to be fine." He smoothed down the fabric. „We'll be fine..." To me it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than me. 

I brushed some invisible dust from his shoulders and rested my hands on them. „Alright. We're going to be fine..." 

Bowing his head, he put his forehead against mine. „Everything's going to be okay..." 

„Yeah... yeah. We'll be fine." I whispered back. 

„One thing, love. Are you sure about that tie?" 

„What's wrong with my tie?"

„It's... blue." 

„So what? Everybody already knows I'm a Ravenclaw."

„I'm not sure all of them know. And they probably won't like it either way."

„And I probably won't give a fuck. Either our plan doesn't work, and then we die. Or it works, and they die. In either case... My tie won't matter." 

„Alright, fair enough." he muttered, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. „Just try not to rile them up too early, alright?"

„Yeah, I got it." I gave back, returning the kiss to his forehead. „No provoking deatheaters."

„Good girl."

„Mattheo, I will curse your fucking..."

„Okay, okay, I'm sorry, please don't kill me!" 

„Well, unfortunately we'll still need you tonight..."

„So you're not killing me, so the deatheaters can instead?"