“i keep going back to this hotel room”

you and mattheo dated for just over half of your sixth year at Hogwarts when you guys were 16. you’re now 17, and almost halfway through seventh year. it’s your last year and your so excited to get out of Hogwarts. the breakup wasn’t particularly bad, but a few months after, you guys starting seeing each other on and off. mostly just for a kiss or a make out, but occasionally more. you both hated how you couldn’t seem to rid yourself of the other person, and maybe that was part of the reason you were happy to be leaving Hogwarts soon. it was getting late and you were up reading in the library. there were only a handful of other students, all quietly flipping pages. one of those students was mattheo, and you internally cursed yourself for even noticing him in the first place. he sat with his feet up on the table, holding an open book in his lap. his white button up shirt was wrinkled, and his tie was messy, which you unfortunately still found really good looking on him. nearly 30 minutes later, after stealing a few glances at you, he gets up from his seat walking over to a bookshelf near you, putting his current book on it and grabbing another one. he stands there, flipping through the pages, though he’s probably just trying to get closer to you