You and Mattheo Riddle had been an item since fourth year of Hogwarts. Despite the tragedies that occurred that year after Cedric Diggory’s death, you both had managed to evade major attention for the rumors of his connections to the Dark Lord.

Now, when people looked at you two, they either wanted to be you, or be with you, boys and girls alike. You ran the school in your emerald greens.

The energy in the air as you arrived at Platform 9 3/4 for your sixth year at Hogwarts was different, but the one constant was how he sat waiting to pull you into his lap as you arrived in the compartment.

“Hello, darling.”