YNs pov
I wake to a heavy presence on my midsection and a hard chest in front of me. I look out my window to see it is still dark outside, it can't be later than one or two in the morning. I turn my eyes back to the body to see my Brown Eyed Boy from the train, Mattheo. I almost forgot he had to sleep over last night. I take my time memorizing his features, every curve of his face, every freckle on his face and every curl on his head. He's holding me firmly against him and so whenever I move even slightly his grip tightens, pushing me closer and closer to him. Suddenly he's holding me too tightly against him and I look up to him shaking his head with his forehead creased, and then all of a sudden he starts muttering stuff under his breath and shaking.
His eyes fly open and the fear in his eyes is so potent that I feel for him. I can't stand to see him like this. I reach my hands up and cup his face and tilt it so he's looking at me. His expression hasn't changed but he seems to realize it was a nightmare and he's starting to distance himself from it.
“Hey, hey, you're ok. It wasn't real, you're just with me, everything's ok.” I whisper to him and he starts nodding along before the corners of his lips curl down and his mouth starts shaking. His eyes glisten and he immediately dives into my shoulder and his body racks with sobs. I turn over onto my back so he's on top of me and I just rub his back through it, whispering into his ears words of affirmations. He continues crying into my shoulder for a while before he slowly stops and I can hear him breathing heavily in my ears, I'm pretty sure he fell asleep again. How often does he get these nightmares when he's alone?
I curl my hands into his hair, running them through his hair until I fall asleep again too, using him as my own personal weighted blanket.
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TIME JUMP
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“Well they sure look comfy.” Is the first thing I hear in the morning.
“I think she's waking up, time to grill her.” That's 100% Pansy, I open my eyes and blind myself by the intense lighting of my dorm. Once my eyes adjust I look over the mop of curls on my chest to see Enzo and Pansy sitting down, looking right at me and Mattheo with a mischievous smile.
“Why don't you two go to breakfast, something happened last night to-” I'm about to mention Mattheos nightmare last night but think better of it, I wouldn't want him to tell them I had a nightmare if I did.
“To me, and I just want to get ready alone, you know?” I say trying to play a sympathy card. Enzo walks out the room albeit with an even bigger even more mischievous grin than earlier.
“Oh, we're talking later.” Pansy says winking at me before strutting out the door to catch up to Enzo. I stay there for a minute, being selfish and enjoying the heat radiating off Mattheos' furnace of a body. I take my hands and start playing with Mattheos hair, I pull one of his curls and it bounces back and even whacks me in the face. I laugh loudly and can feel Mattheo move against me, slowly waking up.
I continue playing with his hair running my hands through it, I accidentally hit a knot and it tugs on his head, he groans and positions his chin on my chest looking up at me from where he lays.
“Good morning, Love. Is it time to get up?” He grumbles before getting off me, both the weight and the heat of him gone.
“Yep, we missed breakfast apparently but first class is in twenty minutes, I'll see you then.” I say as I walk over handing him his pillow that he brought over last night. He looks at me puzzled.
“Kicking me out already? Feeling the love.” He says sarcastically, I shove the pillow into his chest and push him out the door of my dorm.
“I personally don't think you’d fit in my robes but if you're willing to try you can stay. I was only saying you should go because your robes are in your dorm dummy and you have to get changed.” I say putting both my hands on his face and then into his hair, ruffling it but still it seems to look perfect no matter what.
I think his hair is a drug and I'm addicted at this point.
“Of course.” He smirks before dropping his head down to kiss my cheek before turning on his heel to go to his dorm. I let the door close and stay frozen to the spot, I slowly reach my hand up to the cheek he kissed and start jumping and squealing like i'm 8 years old again when Draco kissed me. I wasn't going to say that in front of all my friends though, we'd both be harassed for probably the rest of our Hogwarts experience.
I gather my books and my quills and ready myself with a touch of makeup, just some lipgloss and just curling my lashes. I make my way to potions and run into Hermione on the way. She usually likes to be early to class to set up her stuff and talk to the professors before hand, though she's mentioned Snape never reciprocates in these conversations they have.
“Hermione, what's one thing you're gonna miss from your muggle life at Hogwarts?” I randomly blurt into conversation. I've heard of some holidays and practices but have never been friends with someone who KNEW muggles so I couldn't hold back from asking. She laughs and a warm thoughtful expression lands on her face like she's thinking of something that makes her happy. She breaks into a huge smile as she tells me.
“Probably Halloween, It's a holiday on Hallows eve where people dress up in costumes and go door to door and get candy from saying trick or treat.” She explains more in vivid detail telling me about one time when she dressed up as a witch and we both laughed at how she had supersized all her chocolates and convinced herself it was the costume that did it. We're both giggling as we walk into potions class and see that everyone's already there and we are in fact late. When Hermione realizes she immediately runs to her seat with her head down avoiding everyones eye contact. Everyone knows she's always first to class, not last.
“Ah, Ms. YLN, you're late. 25 points from Slytherin. When I'm done teaching, meet me at my desk.” Snape sneers at me from where he's standing at the front of the class and where I'm standing at the back of it near the doors. I roll my eyes and walk to Mattheo and Theo, sitting down while they both stare at me.
“What?” I ask sharply at them, they turn around and face the professor knowing not to push my buttons right now. Ever since that day on the roof I swear Snape’s had it out for me, Mattheo’s almost always late and he never gets reprimanded and hear I am getting house points taken and most likely detentions. Snape finishes his speech on the draught of the living death and eyes me, unspoken words telling him to come talk to him now. I shove myself out of my chair, the scratching of the legs on the floor disturbing the silence of the class. I make my way to Snape taking my sweet old time as a little fuck you to him.
“Yes, Professor?” I ask condescendingly, showing my distaste for him.
“Professor Sprout has made me aware of your little extra credit assignment. Neville mentioned you two were struggling on the tranquilizer elixir, correct?” He says in his same smug accented annoying tone.
“Indeed Professor.” I reply steadily, holding myself back from mocking him.
“Well, adding double the amount of Sopophorous Bean to today's discussion usually does the trick for me, squish them, don’t cut them. You're dismissed, YLN.” He says indifferently, pointing back at my seat. I turn around and walk towards where his finger pointed my mouth agape and my face contorted in confusion. I sit down and don't speak, eventually my friends realize what's up.
“Angel, are you ok?” Theo asks from my right.
“How bad of a punishment did you get?” Mattheo asks from my left
“None,” I whisper under my breath, still reeling from it myself.
“What Love?” Mattheo asks me again.
“None.” I say louder this time.
“In fact, he gave me the answer I've been looking for for weeks.” I exclaim and immediately dive into my book and look up the recipe for the Draught of Living Death and thank whatever god’s shining down on me for giving Snape a good day.