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Mattheo wasn’t exactly the boyfriend type. You’d think that at first, but after a good, hard look, the cracks, the scars, and the wounds would reveal themselves.

Still, he was a good friend. He was the type of friend that you miss when you think of summers and middle school. Mattheo was the person who made Hogwarts more bearable. With him around, Potions class didn’t seem as boring and mind-numbing. The Astronomy tower was your fort; stolen dessert from the Great Hall was your feast; and later, cigarettes became your gold. Though you both swore numerous times to stop smoking, it never worked, but it opened a limitless source of bets and teasing.

The friendship you two formed was one of a kind. Mattheo thought of you as more of a soulmate than just a best friend. He’d never say that out loud; that’s just too mushy and sentimental for him, but the thought was always there.

So, it was only natural when your once-friendly sleepovers turned into something a bit more. Kissing came as effortlessly to you two as did inside jokes. Mattheo didn’t mind the physical aspect of your friendship. He enjoyed the affection, the intimacy. He understood what “friends with benefits” meant, thanks.

What he didn’t understand or enjoy was the feeling he got when he saw you laughing with Cormac McLaggen. Mattheo got the fascination. McLaggen’s family was “big in the Ministry” or whatever, and Cormac wasn’t exactly ugly (just off-putting). But since when are you “one of the boys”? As far as he was aware, you had only girl friends. He looked away and disappeared into the crowd before you could notice.

Later that day, he sighed, wrapping an arm around your waist. Mattheo pressed a soft kiss to your temple, feeling proud of the few love bites he managed to leave on your neck.

“Are you seeing anyone else?” He asked quietly, trying not to sound like a jealous, possessive prick. He’d hate to be annoying like that.