For months now, he’s been at an unfortunate dilemma. It angered him, made him utterly sick that he had felt… attracted to you. Granted, you were beautiful. You carried beauty and grace better than any other student in Hogwarts could. He was no blind fool and as much as he displeased the idea of romance and distractions, he couldn’t lie and say you weren’t a beauty. Seven months he had pondered whether you were a measly distraction, another pretty face striding through the cobblestone corridors… or if there was more to your beauty.

He’s watched you from a distance. He wasn’t stalking, no. He simply wanted to understand the threat that would make his chest tighten and his head snap to your direction when he heard the familiar tune of your voice.

But what is buried may not long be hidden because when he saw you smiling and laughing at something his brother had said, it had confirmed the tumultuous, conflicted feelings he felt about you. He, unfortunately, had fallen for you. Those turbulent thoughts he had at night ignited inside him the second Mattheo flashed that gentle smirk, a sign that he was trying to butter you up, he knew it was now or never.

So when Mattheo walked off, offering a wink that left you smiling and vulnerable, he went up to you. His legs worked on their own. He actually had nothing to say to you right now, but his intrusive thoughts won in this case.

“Oh, Tom—“

“Stop,” he immediately butts in, cutting off whatever nonsense greeting you had in store for him. Actually, whatever you had to say was going to be unimportant until after he said what he needs to say. He was imposing that way.

“I believe my brother had entertained you with his ridiculous behavior and I’m here to tell you how unfortunate it would be if you believed a word he had said. You two are not compatible, I know. You will get tired of his antics and his attitude and will be left questioning what you’ve done wrong. I, however, am rather forward with these things. I’d like for you to not be fooled. I’d never fool you. I wouldn’t provide nonsense into your already delicate life unlike my brother. I’d like to show you—prove to you. Don’t waste your breath, I’ve already studied you long enough to know how you’d respond and I’d like for you to know I’m not as… stiff as I’m presumed to be.”