You and Mattheo had been a secret fling for months, nobody in Hogwarts knew Mattheo liked boys. Not even his best friend Theodore.

One day, you and him were in the courtyard, late at night. You laid in his lap, staring at the stars. "Why can't we date in public," you began. "We just can't." He mumbles, brushing hair out of your face. "Why not?" You whisper, desperate for an answer. He sighs, looking at you. "My reputation," he mutters. "I wish you were a girl." He whispers, a whisper that hurt.