Chapter 1
You knew that this was a bad idea. You were fully aware of the fact that there was absolutely no positive outcome that could come out of this situation. The fact that you had even made it this far impressed you, but still the small sense of pride you were currently experiencing wasn't enough to distract you from the fact that this was an awful fucking idea. Truly one of your worst.
Still, as you held your breath and silently explored your other options in your mind, you made a point to remind yourself of all the good things you've done before you ultimately dissapointed yourself with this interesting decision.
For one there was your intelligence. Academic wise you wouldn't consider yourself a complete idiot. You were nowhere near the level of other students like the ever famous Hermione Granger, but rather than be jealous of her accomplishments you quietly applauded her for doing what a lot of other students couldn't. Again, you were in no way a genius but in the 16, almost 17 years you'd been alive you'd yet to fail a class. On top of that you were recognized for your educational achievements every now and then, which helped remind yourself that not all hope was lost on you.
Another environment where you thrived was in public. Socially, you were one of those people that could never really be lonely (except for now of course) Talking to people was something that you'd always been good at and because of that you'd always belonged to one group or another. Many times people mistakes your extroverted, sarcastic behavior as flirting and more times than not you found yourself on the other end of surprise love confessions. You'd always thank them for their kindness and if they were cute enough, or you were bored enough you might've slept with them, with no intention of ever talking again the next morning.
However as of right now your friend group and love life was somewhat in shambles,all thanks to your reckless actions, however you knew that despite the current situation there was still someone who'd always be in your corner to offer you helpfully advice and unhelpful commentary and that was none other than Blaise Zabini.
The two of you had been friends since basically birth and despite the many arguments, fights, and constant pettiness the two of you never managed to stay away from each other for long.
However this situation was one that he wouldnt be able to help you with, and you honestly didn't expect him to. I mean how could you ask him to mediate any argument between you and Mattheo Riddle, besides discussions between exes should be private, something the two of you had failed to do.
You sighed and balled your fists to bang against the dorm room door you thought you'd never be so disgusted to see.
You sighed, waiting and pulling your hair back into a ponytail. You hair was a dark brown that rested a little past your shoulders in wavy ringlets. The ponytail was messy, usually it wouldn't have been but the night before led you to focus on things other than your hair.
Your dark brown eyes scanned the door, hearing the slight commotion of movement and hushed whispers behind the wood barrier.
A week ago you wouldn't have hesitated to walk right in without any regard for the privacy of the other people in the room, but why would you. Behind that door was your boyfriend, your unofficial brother, and your closest friends. Now you avoided him and this side of the school all together with the occasional death stares and awkward eye contact in the halls, class, and common room.
After what felt like ages the wooden door in front of of you swung open, revealing the disheveled image of Theodore Nott. You weren't expecting to see him but you weren't necessarily upset. You had seen him at last nights party but between the drinks, the weed, the arguments, and dancing, the two of you hadn't done anything but exchange a few glances.
"Hello Theo."
You were curt with him because while this wasn't a situation you didn't want to be in, you saw no point in taking it out on Theo, even if he was your dick of an ex boyfriends best friend.
He offered you a small a smile that was laced with pity and obvious discomfort.
"Hey y/n, you're here for him I'm guessing?"
You smirked, finding his refusal to use names funny.
"You can use his name Y'know."
Theo nodded, rubbing his neck and deciding to avoid eye contact with you all together.
"Yeah, well no name is better than whatever you were calling him yesterday."
You clicked your tongue, understanding the insinuation he was making.
No need to go into further detail, you thought to yourself. What you do remember you're not proud of and what you don't can remain unvisited.
"Yeah well if you could just grab him I'll be on my way"
You nodded your head in the opposite direction, hoping to be walking that way sooner rather than later.
Theo leaned his hand on the doorway turning his head to left to call his friend who you had noticed was knocked out on the floor.
"Matt! Y/n's here."
You both looked to the floor to see that he had made no progress in getting up.
Theo groaned and nodded towards Draco who was hanging off the end of his bed dancing on the line of conscious and unconscious, still he was the one closest to Mattheo so the responsibility of waking him up fell on him.
"Draco just kick him awake."
Draco looked up at Theo with an amused expression as he reached for the pillow next to him.
"Don't be dumb nott, If i kick him he'll beat my ass."
Theo shrugged, amused with his dorm mate.
"Well Malfoy, you need a good ass kicking."
Draco rolled his eyes before using the soft feathery pillow as a weapon, and crashing it against Matteo's head. Though the pillow wasn't heard enough to hurt anyone, the force Malfoy used was enough to jolt the sleeping boy awake.
Mattheao groaned as he rubbed his head in an attempt to soothe the blow. He was sleeping on his stomach, his face buried in a pillow, so when he spoke it came out in muffled anger.
He rolled over on his back, eyes still closed.
"Ow! What the fuck Malfoy?"
Draco sighed, rolling back over on his bed.
"Your girlfriend's here."
Mattheo frowned at the comment.
"I dont have girlfriend...dick."
"Well the girl that was your girlfriend is here genius."
Mattheao's eyes followed the sound of the voice to see that it belonged to non other than Blaise Zabini, who was hanging off of the top bunk of his own bed.
You unconsciously smiled to yourself. It was an amusing sight to see the boys you had grown to love, hungover out of their minds and strewn across their shared living space. The place was a mess, but that wasn't exactly uncommon, just an observation .
Mattheo tilted his head back to see you standing in the doorway with an unreadable expression. You might've offered theo a smile, but thats because he hadn't done anything. The bastard that was looking at you now definitely did something.
He sighed in response and muttered something under his breath. You weren't exactly sure but you had a good feeling that is was something along the lines of "Jesus Christ or oh shit."
He slowly rose from his spot on the floor and made his way to the doorframe, playfully pushing Theo aside.
You crossed your arms as you were met with the ever familiar image of a sleep deprived Mattheo riddle.
His curly hair was in every other direction, the eye-bags he was sporting were heavier and deeper than the hatred you harbored for him, and a permeant frowned seemed to be etched onto his face.
He was shirtless, which didn't surprise you, he always complained of being hot when he slept, and the shorts he was wearing hung loesely around his hips.
A week or two ago you would've found it amusing, hot even. Now you just found yourself annoyed. Well in actuality you wouldn't have an opinion on it, because you would be waking up next to him, floor and all.
"What."
His voice was low, and thick with sleep, he was never a morning a person and you showing up as early as you did didn't help the situation.
You made a face, insulted but not surprised by his bluntness.
"Good morning to you to Mattheo."
He leaned against the frame of the door and scoffed.
"Oh so we're doing pleasantries now? Surprising."
You rolled your eyes, already sensing an argument between the two of you.
"And why is that so surprising?"
He shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"I don't know y/n, we started the night making out in some corner and we ended it with you yelling at me in a hallway so I'm just a little taken aback by your kindness."
There were a few amused laughs coming from behind him but you paid them no mind, besides you weren't looking for their approval anyways.
"Well Matt, my night ended in that hallway and yours probably ended with fucking some girl, so who the hell knows."
He shrugged, leaving you know way of knowing how true the statement was.
"Thats for me to know and for you to never find out y/n."
"I'm sure I'll find out."
He leaned in a little closer, curious in your response.
"And how would you ever end up knowing."
You pushed him gently away from you, growing tired of the alchoal smell still lingering on his breath.
"Cause you're the campus whore Mattheo, everyone always knows."
He bit his lip as if he was taking your comment into serious consideration.
"I'm not ashamed of the title."
"Why would you be."
Your response, at face value was nothing more than a quick insult, but to the two of you it was so much more.
He looked you up and down, taking notice of every part of you.
"I guess i have no reason to now."
You nodded, unfortunately understanding what he was saying.
"Well thank god you're free now, right?"
There was a pause. A slight moment of silence where you could see a tinge of pain in his otherwise amused expression, and you wished you could take back what you said.
But the moment didn't last long before the mood shifted.
The playfulness was gone and the reality of you two no longer being together set in, So in the most Mattheo fashion possible, he became a dick.
"So what are you doing here?I thought breaking up meant I never had to see you again."
Fine. Two could play that game.
"I need my bracelet back."
He eyed you, confusion playing on his face.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Yes he did.
"Yes you do."
He ran his hand through his hair for god knows what reason.
"Which one, you have a lot of fucking jewelry."
You understood his need to act like he had no idea what you were talking about. Showing up to his dorm, with all his friends pretending to not watch was embarrassing enough on its own, but this bracelet was something he was semi known for.
He had been known for sleeping around. It didn't matter who it was, if they were cute enough he'd end up hooking up with them. He had explored all genders and all four Hogwarts houses.
His infamous saying being "it doesn't matter what your house colors were when your clothes were off."
He was like this until you. In the many relationships he found himself in, sometimes multiple at once, he never honored the idea of exclusivity or loyalty, but after your 3rd or 4th date and night of hooking up you gave him a bracelet. You said it was for good luck, which was true but he took it as a promise.
After he put in on the casual hookups stopped. He told his friends its because he had done everyone there was to do, but in reality he didn't see the point now that he had you.
So you asking for it back was confirming the fact that it truly was all over. Said and done.
He pushed himself off of the door frame, leaning down closer to you.
"And you need it why?"
You considered telling him that you weren't required to give him an explanation, but against your better judgment you told him the truth.
"I have quidditch practice. You paused. Well we have practice."
He nodded. He wore the bracelet for luck during games, you two played on the same team but always claimed that you didn't need it. Now, you had a feeling you might need it.
He sighed, once again running his hand through his hair. You fought the urge to touch it yourself.
"I'll give it to you at practice."
He said it like it was a chore but you couldn't help but smile in thankfulness.
"You promise?"
He smirked at you taking a slight step back into his dorm, unknowingly separating you from him.
"I swear on Theo's life."
"Don't put that shit on me!"
You both looked back to see Theo laying on a couch, eyes shut and small frown on his lips.
You laughed allowing yourself to be deluded into thinking that things wouldn't be different now that you weren't together. That you could be ok watching all of this from the hallway and not the comfort of a bed you were no longer welcomed in.