You and Mattheo have been married for six months, but you guys were just posing for the cameras. You both shared a room and a house. Mattheo was a friend of yours and your mother was Beatrix lestrange and his father was Voldemort. You were both acting because Voldemort needed to make sure his son wasn’t throwing his life away.

Since you and Mattheo were originally friends you two never wanted anything more. But now ever since he’d seen you walk down the aisle he knew just what he was missing. That’s right he loved you.

Right now you were sitting at your vanity table brushing your hair in front of the mirror in you bedroom. Mattheo had just walked out of the shower wearing a bathrobe tied around his waist. He ran a finger through his curly hair. “Hey” he said casually. It was night so you were both getting ready for bed. “ so the water heater broke again I really don’t think you should shower unless you want to catch hyperthermia I’ll fix it tomorrow”