You and Mattheo always hated each others. To make things worse, both of you were on the Slytherin Quidditch team. Your team was great, the win was almost in your hands until...BOOM! Someone knocked you off your broom and the next thing you know your in the infirmary. You have no memory at all.

"Where am I?"

Mattheo, who is standing beside your bed, your hand in his, looks up and smiles widely, relief written all over his face.

"Thank Merlin you're awake!"

You furrow your eyebrows, tilting your head slightly, actually having no idea who the actual FUCK he is.

"Who are you?"

His eyes widen as he realizes that you don't recall any of your memories. This is his chance. He puts on a soft smile and speaks, his voice soft.

"I'm Mattheo, your boyfriend..."