D E C I D E- mattheo riddle

6// W I T C H

Notti Lestrange

I woke up to find myself in a hospital bed at hogwarts, must have been that nasty dementor

To my surprise, Mattheo was beside me with his hand in mine looking confusingly happy for me to wake up

I feel awful, my body feels cold and drained like my happiness has gone and is slowly trying to build itself back up

I tried to speak, and ask him why he's here but no words are coming out

"Rest, Lestrange. You forget I can read your mind. Anything you want to say, just think it"

So I thought to myself, Why are you here?

"Because i'm the reason your here, let's say I feel a bit displeased with myself"

Wow. Empathy?

"Perhaps"

For me?

"Yes, back there I shouldn't have taken so long to apperate us out of there, I was just going to let you unleash your frustration before we came back to Hogwarts"

It's not your fault.

"It is, I got you to come."

Why do you feel guilty? Why do you care? It makes no sense

You made me feel guilty, it's unusual.

His voice echoed in my head, can't he say it out loud

If I say it out loud it might come true.

Finally my voice croaked out and my mouth formed a sentance

"Do you like me, Riddle?"

He stared at me for a second before coming close to my face and placing a soft kiss on my forehead then pulling back and sitting back in his chair, still looking me in the eyes

"You've got your voice back"

"That I do" my words came out like a bruised whisper

"I feel better really, whatever Madame Pomfrey did is really helping"

"She gave you healing potions and a cast a pulsing charm"

"A pulsing charm?"

"Yes- I don't know." "You weren't really b-" he took a deep breath "You weren't really breathing"

"Oh my, well thank you for taking me here, do the others know?"

"No, you can tell them if you want, or wait until your okay and say we spent the night together after you went to the library so it doesn't look bad in the morning"

"I think i'll do that, I probably shouldn't tell them I visited my mother in Azkaban on a night adventure with Mattheo Riddle"

"Yeah, a few heads might be turned"

I chuckled slightly, but whimpered slightly at the pain it caused throughout my body

"I'm really cold"

"Take my jumper"

"If I go back in that they'll think something happened"

"They're gonna think something happened anyway, y'know that right?"

"Didn't cross my mind, oh well" "Let them I suppose"

I took his black jumper and attempted to put it on

"Do you need assistance, Lestrange?"

"Yes"

He gently lifted my arms up and placed the jumper over them, then over my body, treating me as if i'm fragile, delicately.