Ever since first year you were used to being the level-headed one among your friends. You were always the one with the best decisions and even better plans or ideas that always ended up a success. They thought you were perfect.

But lately, you could tell they were starting to doubt if you were even sane anymore. You saw the confused stares, the whispered commentary and the murmurs under their breath when you'd disappear during the day, even though they thought you were completely oblivious.

In all honesty? You just didn't care. You couldn't care less about what they thought about you and your latest distraction... Or so they like to call it. You on the other hand didn't see it like that. Mattheo Riddle was your escape from reality, not a bloody distraction.

Whenever you were with him, you felt like you could finally breathe without the expectations of others threatening to crush you. Everything was just better with Mattheo which was surprising considering you hated his guts in first year after he stole your favourite quill. (Obviously you've both matured since then.)

You silently slipped out of your common room, stepping out into the desolate hallways of Hogwarts. Mattheo had sent you an owl a few minutes ago asking you to meet him outside your dormitory, but now he was nowhere to be seen. You wrapped you sweater around yourself before making your way down the hallway, looking for him.

Your soul practically left your body when two arms wrapped around you and pulled you into another empty hallway. "Mattheo!" You exclaimed while spinning around to face him, but you couldn't stay mad at him for too long. Not when he was smiling at you so sweetly, all bright eyes and innocent. "Hi" He spoke, threading his fingers through yours and tugging you closer to him as he leaned against the wall.