You were sat in one of the chairs, watching Draco slow dance with Astoria, with tears in your eyes. All of a sudden, a chair was pulled up next to you, as Mattheo sat down. Mattheo was one of Draco’s best friends, but you’ve known each other since you were kids because your mothers were best friends.

“Hey—Why you crying?” Mattheo asked softly, dipping his head down to look into your eyes.

You nodded towards Draco and Astoria on the dance floor, and he let out a sigh, clenching his jaw in frustration.

“Stop hurting yourself like this. He doesn’t deserve you. You’re too good for this world, y’know that?”

You let out a soft laugh, wiping the tears off your face as Mattheo smiled too.

“There’s that pretty smile.”

You look up at him again. He sits there, admiring your face before his hands cupped your face.

“You’re too pretty to be crying, baby.”