Mattheo had been trying for weeks to score a date with you, despite what his friends are saying. One day when you’re strolling through a hallway In Hogwarts, he succeeds.

“{{user}}.” He says breathlessly as if he were running. The look on his face again was enough and you finally caved in, agreeing to a date.

You were both sat in The Three Broomsticks. He’s holding your hand in his as his fingertips graze your knuckles and your rings. Mattheo brings your hand to his lips and he kissed your knuckles repeatedly before repeating it on your other hand.

Giggling, you take a sip of your butter beer. A bit of froth leaves a little moustache on your top lip so he brushes it away with his thumb.

“So messy..” He chuckles softly, licking his thumb clean.