ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ - 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

𝐂𝐇𝐏 𝟐𝟎 - Midnight

"What do you think he does to me?" Y/n couldn't help but be curious about how others interpreted her words, but the look on Pansy's face to her question answered it immediately. She got up from her bed and stood in front of the weeping girl, placing her hands either side of her head and smiled warmly at her. "I'm not being molested or physically abused if that's what you're thinking of,"

Pansy couldn't help but feel comforted at the fact that her best friend wasn't being sexually assaulted, but then came along the second part of Y/n's sentence that created the pit in her stomach to resurface.

"It's only verbal." She hated having to hear the word 'only' when regards to abuse, Pansy hated she was being abused overall but how she phrased it made her shiver.  Guilt washed over her as she thought of all the years she noticed the behaviour but never said anything, all the pain she could have helped Y/n with if she had just asked if she was okay.

"I'm sorry I never said anything." Pansy whimpered.

"I don't blame you one bit Panny, I just deal with things differently than others. I'm sorry if I've been distant and maybe later let's do something together but for now I need time to myself okay?"

Y/n took her hands off Pansy's face and pulled the girl into a hug, embracing her as she wiped her forming tears; Y/n knew Pansy didn't like being alone.

"Do you need time now?" Y/n smiled at Pansy after releasing her from the hug, thankful that she asked.

"I'll be going up to the astronomy tower but thank you for asking." Pansy nods with a small smile, her eyes pink from her racing emotions but her worry cleared up a little. Y/n walked over to her closet and pulled a sweater over her head before saying goodbye to Pansy; the girl telling her to be careful and to not be caught by peeves. The two girls parting ways as Y/n goes to clear her head.

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Each step that Y/n climbed, the air got fresher, cooler and felt incredible on her skin. It was quiet when she reached the top of the stairs, hoping that meant that no one was there. Passing the bottom level of the tower, Y/n noticed immediately that the roof was open and a blue film surrounded the opening. Although when she took a closer look at the room as it became clearer, she noticed a boy sitting under the open roof and staring up at the sea of stars.

Y/n silently frowned at the person's presence but upon closer inspection, the dark curls should have given him away immediately. The girl wondered why where ever she went, Mattheo would make an appearance no matter where it was. Y/n thought about leaving but something about how he looked so calm and at ease, created a sense of curiosity in her; despite wanting to be alone, Y/n stayed.

She crossed the room silently, catching the attention of the boy who didn't say anything despite him recognising Y/n. Mattheo stared at Y/n as she sat down close to the tower ledge, her back leaning against  the wall beside it and her eyes meeting his. Mattheo pondered why she was there and why she would stay when she was actively back to ignoring him, Y/n throughly confused him with her actions.

Y/n broke from his eyes and peered up at the night sky, the thousands of stars greeting her with twinkling hellos and shinning silence. The fresh air surrounding her and submerged her lungs as she took in a deep breath,

"I find the stars quite beautiful tonight, don't you think?"

Mattheo's eyes were glued to Y/n, having only seen her semi relaxed once before until he ruined it, but something was different in the way she was acting. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Yes, they are." Y/n closed her eyes, feeling her surroundings and taking in the chill of midnight air, taking in as much as she could. After a few seconds she reopens her eyes, seeing that Mattheo was still staring at her. His eyes reflecting the moonlight beaming down on them, she felt as though they were a kin to the stars above. A wave of calm washes over Y/n's body, his presence seemingly pleasant when he looked at her like that, when he would speak through his eyes. Y/n found she read to much into peoples words sometimes and preferred to listen to their bodies instead.

"You sure do like staring."

The boy looked away again like he did before at the fountain, but Mattheo's face didn't faulter this time and he instead spoke,

"Does that bother you?" He asked, Y/n shaking her head as she felt her mind had cleared for the first time in two weeks.

"Not anymore."

The two sat in comfortable silence, the distant calling of birds filling the air, the rustling of ivy leaves flowing in the wind preforming a melody of life. It was as if the both of them finally met the other, the version of themselves that didn't use sarcasm as a constant shield, the version that didn't get under each others skin and made their conversations irritable. It was nice.

"I like Astronomy, midnight is the best time to see them like this." He added, watching as the stars moved ever so slightly with the moon and then smiled as the clouds went to rest. Y/n wondered if he was reciprocating the light chatter because she was being nicer to him, less harsh and bitchy with her tone. Despite her assumptions of Mattheo, he was finally talking to her like another person, no snarky comments, no sarcastic remarks, but just like a human. He was telling her about himself.

"Is that so?" He hummed while still watching the sky, Y/n deciding to join him under the skylight. She got up from the floor and walked toward Mattheo, he took his eyes off the sky and turned to Y/n who was now laid down a few inches away from him.

"I get quite a good view at my house back home, from my window." She felt weird saying 'home', because it wasn't really her home. Her home was Hogwarts, where her friends were, just like for the past 6 years. Mattheo gazed down at her beside him, a swirling feeling returning to his chest, one he thought he had experienced before but what he felt this time was different. It was full of comfort, longing and a wonder of the future if they continued interacting like this.

"Why'd you come up here?" Mattheo almost whispered, just audible enough so that Y/n could hear, as if he only wanted her to listen. Y/n thought he seemed so out of character in that moment, but then again, everything about their whole conversation in the tower was out of character for them both. She thought about his question while staring absentmindedly at the parted roof above,

"It was too crowded out there, it's much nicer up here."

Mattheo remembered in that moment how he had the urge at the party to fall into Y/n, to kiss her, and how he had the same desire to do so right then and there. How it took him reminding himself so many times that she would regret it when she was sober to stop him, but she was sober now; would she regret it now? Would she hate me if I do so? The resurrection of orders cast a shadow of duty and guilt in his head, would she forgive me if she found out?

Y/n noticed his lingering eyes to her lips and his features glowing silver, warmth spreading like an infectious disease throughout her body; the warmth that scared her.

But maybe it wasn't the warmth she was scared of exactly, but the implications of it. She was scared of acting on them, of becoming attached to it, of how loud it made her heart beat ring in her ears. After all, Y/n did hate loud noises.

"It's nice to finally meet you Mattheo." He chuckled, looking down at the outstretched hand Y/n had held out for him. Taking it in his as he squeezed it,

"You as well, Y/n."

A/n: the eagle is landing, I repeat the eagle is landing