"She was supposed to wait for the hourglass to run out of sand. Instead, she shattered it, bleeding in the process as she forced her time to end"
MATTHEO'S POV
If that fucker thought I was going to let him and Emylia together all night, he was more stupid than I gave him credit for.
I nervously ran my hand through my hair as I rack my brain for a plan to stay with her without looking like a stalker.
"Keep a fucking eye on him, Riddle" Berkshire growled lowly, motioning to Black before making his way to a short blond girl wearing a blue dress
"No need to tell me twice" I whispered under my breath as I made my way over to the bar
"Hey Theo wha-" The guy behind the counter, Eric or something, started before I cut him off
"Call me Theo one more time and I'll crucio your sorry ass" I snapped bitterly, not taking my eyes off of Emylia. There was only one person who could call me that and it was not him.
"S-Sorry, what'd you like" he stuttered, shrinking back a little as he hear the venom lacing my voice
"Sweet tea" I growled and he almost laughed.
Almost.
"O-okay" I mumbled as I glared at him. After a few minutes spent staring at Emylia, he finally gave me the sweet tea I've been fucking waiting for.
I took the drink from his hands before turning back to her. To my surprise, she was sitting on a chair, her head in her hand as a slight pout decorated her perfect lips, alone. I quietly made my way behind her as she hummed to herself. Smiling softly, I gently put the tea in front of her face.
"Wha-" She started before getting cut off by me placing a kiss on the top of her head "Theo..." she whispered softly before taking the tea from my hands, not turning to face me
"Hey princess" I cooed, draping an arm around her shoulder as I sat down next to her "What are you doing here alone? Black went fucking another girl?"
"Not the time Mattheo" she sighed in delight as she took a sip of her drink "How'd you know I liked sweet tea anyway" She said, looking at me with her Bahama blue eyes.
"Lucky guess" I shrugged, watching her in awe
'I heard you asking Black to buy you sweet tea when you went to the three broomsticks and wanted to prove to you that I can do what he refused to' is what I don't tell her.
"Well thank you..." she said, looking at the floor.
"Can I leave you here for a second darling?" I ask her. She nods softly before taking another sip of her favourite beverage. I kissed her temple before getting up.
EMYLIA'S POV
I watched Mattheo until I couldn't see him anymore due to the large crowd of student
Where the hell is Regulus?
I swear to god if he left me here I will beat his ass. Now that I think of it this reminds me of the ball last year. I mean, you know? The ball where Harry left me to go snog a girl named Kelly St.No-one-cares. I didn't expect much from him but come on! I mean we were dating for fuck's sake.
I waited a few minutes, finishing my sweet tea as I waited for Mattheo to come back.
"Guess who it is" A deep voice said from behind me, placing a kiss under my ear
"You know" I inhaled dramatically as I shivered under his touch "If you keep acting like that, everyone will think we're a couple Theo"
"It's like the whole point" He muttered under his breath making it almost impossible for me to hear "Let's go, get up doll" he gave me his hand to help me stand up
"What are you doing Mattheo" I whined as he dragged me to the dance floor.
"Waiting for something" he mumbled as he rested his head into the hot skin of my neck, his arms around my waist
I have the feeling that his love langage is physical touch but I might be wrong though
Suddenly, 'She's lady' started playing and I felt a smile creeping its way onto Mattheo's face
"What?" I whispered quietly as we softly started swaying around in sync
"I asked them to put this song on" he simply cooed, his face still in my neck as my arms tugged lightly on the base of his curly hair.
"Why"
"Because you seem to like it" he responded, his arms pulling my body impossibly closer to his
Flashbacks of when Mattheo and I secretly sneaked into Dumbledore's office flowed through my mind
How did he remember?
"You were listening?" I asked quietly, slowly running my hands into his soft curls
"What can I say" he mumbled, hesitantly placing a light kiss on my neck before resting his head in it once again "you have an angelic voice"
'And the lady is mine.
Yeah yeah yeah She's a Lady
Listen to me baby, She's a Lady
Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady
And the Lady is mine
Yeah yeah yeah She's a Lady
Talkin about this little lady
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa and the lady is mine
Yeah yeah She's a Lady
And the Lady is mine.'
I laughed as he twirled me oh-so-adorably right before the song ended
"Hey Em I'm sorry-" A voice said before cutting itself off "What the..."
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