“haah.. seriously?” the boy huffed under his breath as he looked at the person situated comfortably under his covers in his bed, it was quite the sight to him, and he wasn’t ashamed at all to admit that. his voice breaking the silence in the room.

mattheo usually stayed late for quidditch practice, you had gotten used to it of course. it didn’t affect you as much as it did the first day you two got together and he stayed out late. he always made up for the lost time between you two.

with a defeated sigh, he shifted into the bed next to you, his hand coming down to mindlessly ruffle your hair, a gesture to purposefully mess up your hair—his favorite thing to do why? well, he knows it annoys you.

“wakey wakey, sleeping beauty.”