A/N: Heres The Rest Bitches, The End Isnt Quite What I Was Planning On, But Yeah

A/N: here’s the rest bitches, the end isn’t quite what I was planning on, but yeah

TW: SH, inclined depression

Part 3 and final of Love

6th Year: Bonds Strengthened

As the sixth year at Hogwarts began, Y/N noticed subtle shifts in Mattheo's demeanor. There were moments when his usually composed façade cracked, revealing glimpses of inner turmoil that tugged at her heart. It was during one of those crisp autumn evenings, as golden leaves carpeted the grounds, that Y/N found Mattheo staring pensively into the Black Lake.

She approached him cautiously, mindful of his tendency to withdraw into himself when troubled. "Mattheo?" she called softly, her voice cutting through the quiet of the evening.

Mattheo turned to her, a faint smile flickering across his face before it vanished into a mask of uncertainty. "Hey," he greeted, his voice tinged with a hint of weariness.

Y/N sat down beside him, feeling the chill of the evening seep through her robes. "Are you alright?" she asked gently, her eyes searching his face for answers.

Mattheo hesitated, his gaze dropping to the rippling surface of the lake. "I... I don't know," he admitted finally, his voice barely audible above the gentle lapping of the water.

Concern etched across her features, Y/N reached out tentatively and placed a hand on his arm. "You can talk to me, Mattheo," she encouraged, her voice a soothing whisper.

For a long moment, Mattheo remained silent, as if grappling with his thoughts. "Sometimes, it's like... like I'm drowning," he confessed quietly, his eyes dark with unspoken emotions. "I try to keep it all together, but some days... it's just too much. There are things that I can’t tell anyone, Y/N, anyone…”

Y/N's heart clenched at his words. She had sensed Mattheo's inner struggle for a while now, his battles hidden beneath layers of composure. "You don't have to face this alone," she assured him softly, her voice filled with empathy. "Whatever it is, I'm here for you."

Mattheo looked at her then, his eyes searching hers for something she couldn't quite name. "Thank you, but no one can help me" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N smiled gently, squeezing his arm in reassurance. "I could never give up on you, Mattheo," she said earnestly. "I am by your side."

In the weeks that followed, Y/N found herself drawn deeper into Mattheo's world. They spent hours by the Black Lake, talking late into the night about their hopes, fears, and dreams. Mattheo gradually began opening up to her, sharing fragments of his past that he had kept hidden for so long.

One evening in the library, Y/N stumbled upon Mattheo poring over an old volume on Dark Arts. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his fingers tracing ancient runes on the yellowed pages. She approached him quietly, taking a seat beside him without a word.

"What are you reading?" she asked softly, breaking the silence that hung between them.

Mattheo glanced up, startled by her presence before his expression softened. "Just... trying to understand," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Y/N nodded understandingly. She knew Mattheo's fascination with the Dark Arts stemmed from a desire to comprehend the darker aspects of magic, perhaps as a way to confront his own demons.

"Sometimes, understanding doesn't come from books," she offered gently, her gaze meeting his. "Sometimes, it comes from within."

Mattheo regarded her for a long moment, as if weighing her words. "You make it sound so simple," he remarked, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"It's not simple," Y/N acknowledged, her voice tinged with empathy. "But you don't have to navigate this alone. We're in this together, remember?"

A flicker of gratitude crossed Mattheo's features before he nodded slowly. "Together," he echoed softly, the word carrying a weight that resonated deep within Y/N's heart.

One stormy evening in early November, Y/N found herself pacing the Slytherin common room, her thoughts consumed with Mattheo. She knew he had been distant lately, retreating into solitude more frequently than usual. It worried her, the way he withdrew into himself whenever the weight of his past threatened to overwhelm him.

Unable to sit still any longer, Y/N made her way to Mattheo's dormitory. She found him sitting by the window, gazing out at the rain-soaked grounds with a haunted expression. Without a word, she took a seat beside him, drawing her knees to her chest as she watched the rain cascade down the glass panes.

"Mattheo," she began softly, breaking the silence that enveloped them. "Talk to me."

Mattheo sighed heavily, his gaze never leaving the storm raging outside.

“Mattheo, I know something is wrong, please, tell me, I am worried about you, and it’s breaking my heart to see you like this and not being able to help.”, Y/N says quietly.

He stays quiet for a moment, taking in the moonlight and the sound of the rain meeting the ground.

He looks at her for a brief moment, trying not to avoid her gaze.

Y/N can already see the pain and the trouble in his eyes, they look more empty than filled with life, they look hopeless, given up, and lost.

She puts her hand on his wrist to make him look at her, but she just flinches and tries to pull back his wrists.

Her face drops and she quickly rolls up his sleeve.

Y/Ns breath hitches, his wrist is covered in scars.

Mattheo stays quiet, waiting for a reaction, waiting for her face to scrunch up in disgust, knowing that she can’t see blood or wounds.

But she stays quiet, she doesn’t speak for the next few minutes, his wrist still in her hand and exposed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, she asks him, her voice is breaking slightly.

“That’s the thing that I wasn’t able to tell.”, he says hallow and quietly.

Y/N's heart clenched at his words, the raw honesty in his voice piercing through her own defenses.

"Why?" she asked gently, her voice filled with tenderness.

Mattheo hesitated, struggling to find the right words. "It was... a way to cope," he confessed, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I felt like I deserved the pain, that it was the only way to release what I was feeling inside. Or maybe it’s the only way to feel anything.

Y/N reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. "You don't deserve pain, Mattheo," she said firmly, her voice unwavering. "You deserve healing, happiness... love."

For a moment, Mattheo closed his eyes, allowing her touch to soothe his turmoil. He had never imagined someone could look at him with such compassion, such unconditional understanding. It scared him, yet it also filled him with a sense of warmth he hadn't felt in years.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I'm sorry for everything."

Y/N shook her head gently. "You have nothing to apologize for," she assured him. "You're not alone anymore, Mattheo. We're in this together."

Mattheo's gaze met hers, and in that moment, he knew he had found a lifeline in Y/N. She wasn't just a friend or a confidante; she was his beacon of hope, guiding him through the stormy seas of his past.

---

6th Year: Y/N's Unexpected Birthday Celebration

The days leading up to Y/N's 17th birthday were unremarkable, filled with the usual routines of classes, homework, and the occasional mischief in Slytherin House. Y/N had no inkling that her friends were planning something special, especially not Pansy, who had been unusually secretive.

On the evening of her birthday, Y/N found herself alone in the Slytherin common room, engrossed in revising for an upcoming Transfiguration exam. The common room was unusually quiet, most of her housemates having retreated to their dormitories or the library.

Suddenly, Pansy burst through the door with an exaggerated huff, as if she had been running.

"Y/N!" Pansy exclaimed, breathless but grinning mischievously. "Come with me!"

Y/N looked up, surprised. "Where are we going?"

Pansy wagged a finger in Y/N's direction. "No questions! Just come on!"

Intrigued and a little apprehensive, Y/N set aside her books and followed Pansy through the corridors of Hogwarts. Pansy led her through secret passageways and winding staircases until they reached the seventh floor corridor, where Pansy halted in front of a nondescript stretch of wall.

"Close your eyes," Pansy instructed, her voice barely containing her excitement.

Y/N complied, wondering what Pansy had planned. She heard Pansy muttering under her breath, and then the cold stone beneath her fingers shifted, revealing a sturdy wooden door.

"Okay, open them!" Pansy declared.

Y/N opened her eyes and stepped through the doorway into a scene that took her breath away. The Room of Requirement had been transformed into a cozy haven, bathed in soft candlelight and adorned with green and silver decorations. Plush sofas and armchairs were arranged in a circle, a long table overflowing with cakes, pastries, and an array of drinks stood in the center, and enchanted music filled the air with a soothing melody.

Surrounded by her Slytherin friends - Draco, Blaise, Theo, Pansy, and even Lorenzo - Y/N felt a rush of warmth and gratitude. They cheered in unison, "Happy birthday, Y/N!"

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and joy. She turned to Pansy, speechless. "You did all this?"

Pansy grinned broadly. "For you, of course! Now come on, let's celebrate!"

As the evening unfolded, Y/N found herself immersed in laughter and conversations with her friends, the warmth of their camaraderie filling her with a sense of belonging. Mattheo, sitting quietly beside her, watched the festivities with a small smile playing on his lips. He had helped Pansy organize everything, though his mind seemed preoccupied with something else.

Later that night, after the cakes had been devoured and the laughter had softened into contented chatter, Y/N found herself seated next to Mattheo on a plush loveseat tucked away in a secluded corner of the room. The soft glow of candlelight cast gentle shadows across his features, highlighting the thoughtful expression on his face.

"Thank you," Y/N said softly, breaking the quiet moment between them. "For helping with the party, and for being here."

Mattheo glanced at her, his eyes warm with a mixture of fondness and something deeper that he couldn't quite name. "Of course," he replied quietly. "I wanted to make sure you had a good birthday."

"You always do," Y/N teased gently. "Even when you pretend not to care."

Mattheo chuckled softly, his gaze dropping to his hands. "I'm not very good at pretending," he admitted, his voice tinged with self-deprecation.

Y/N reached out, gently nudging his shoulder. "You don't have to pretend with me," she said softly, her tone gentle yet firm. "I know you care, Mattheo. And I appreciate everything you do."

Their eyes met, and in that moment, unspoken words hung in the air between them - words of gratitude, understanding, and a growing connection that defied the challenges they faced individually.

As the night wore on and their friends continued to revel in the warmth of their shared celebration, Y/N and Mattheo remained in their quiet corner, content to simply be together. In the flickering candlelight and the soft strains of music, they found solace in each other's presence, their bond strengthened by the shared moments that bound them together.

After a few hours, they all go back to Y/Ns dorm and decide to play the game of truth or dare.

It starts off basic with Theodore asking Draco, what professor he would fire if he could, or Pansy having to ask a random student to use their toilet.

But later on the questions and dares get more interesting and unserious.

It may be because of the alcohol in their blood, or maybe because it’s two in the morning.

Questions like; ‘Blaise, what professor would you take back to your dorm for the night?’, or; ‘Lorenzo, I dare you to kiss Pansy’, which made Theodore chlench his jaw, while Pansy enjoyed seeing him jealous.

After a while, everyone was either to drunk, to tired, or both to talk.

Pansy was the only one awake and admired the beauty of Theodore before she noticed

Y/N sleeping on Mattheo’s chest.

She giggled quietly and pulled out her mugge camera, that she got from London and took a picture.

(Picture at the end)

---

7th year: The necklace

Y/N is sitting quietly at the black lake, enjoying the silence and the comfort of the night.

Every time she wasn’t feeling well, one could find her here or at Mattheos, when she wasn’t to find at Mattheo’s, you know something is troubling her.

Y/N is sitting on the ground, her back pressed up against a tree, the tree where her and Mattheos names were carved in.

They promised each other to stay friends for ever that day.

She smiles slightly at the memory of it.

And then she starts crying.

Her eyes fill with tears and she can’t seem to stop sobbing. Her throat hurts and makes her feel like suffocating.

“Fuck me”, she says angrily and tries to stop her sobs.

“My pleasure”, says a familiar voice behind her.

“Shut up”, she giggles and sobs at the same time and turns around to face Mattheo.

His smirk drops as he sees her face and hears her sobs.

“What happened? Did someone do something?”, he asks her and quickly kneels down next to her.

“No”, Y/N cries softly, with a little smile on her lips.

“Then why are you crying?”, Mattheo sits down next to her and grabs her chin to make her look at him.

“It’s just..- that I am very, very angry”, she cries as her smile fades again.

Mattheo eyes soften and quickly hugs her.

“What happened?”, he asks her softly while stroking her hair.

“I-.. I am sorry, please don’t be mad..”, she says quietly in his arms.

Mattheo starts to get concerned and his mind starts to wander to the worst case scenarios.

“Did someone touch you Y/N?”, he asks her now completely serious.

“God, no.. it’s not like that..”, she says now more relaxed.

“I promise I won’t be mad, but please just tell me you are scaring me.”

Y/N crawls out of Mattheos embrace and faces him.

“I lost the necklace you bought me”, she says to him. Her face seems devastated and ashamed.

“God Y/N, i thought something happened. Don’t fucking scare me like that.”, he exhales.

“I’m sorry”, she says now with a little smile etched across her face.

“Which one was it?”, he asks her.

“The little red heart one, I loved it so much and I don’t know how I lost it, but it just wasn’t around my neck anymore.”, she whines.

Mattheo smiles and nods.

“C’mon, let’s go back, you can stay at mine if you want to.”, he says as they start to walk back to the castle.

—-

The next day Y/N wakes up in Mattheos bed, but he isn’t lying next to her. She quickly checks the bathroom to see if he is in there but the bathroom is empty.

She quickly changes and runs out of the boy’s dormitory area and looks for Pansy.

She spots her sitting in the common room and quickly walks towards her.

Her cheeks are flushed from all the running.

“Hey Pans.”, she says as she plops in the couch next to her.

“God damn, did you guys fuck?”, Pansy asks with her eyes wide open.

“What?! No! Why?!”, Y/N asks her startled by Pansy and looks at her confused.

“Well first of all, I saw you last night going to Mattheos dorm with him, and second of all your cheeks are flushed red, you smell like him, and your hair is a mess. And I don’t think I need to point out his shirt that you are wearing.”, she giggles.

“God no, I was just sleeping over at his, I swear! He is my best friend Pansy!”, Y/N laughs.

“Yeah yeah..”, Pansy says sarcastically with a smirk on her lips.

“You don’t believe me? Look, no hickeys..”, she says and shows Pansy her neck.

“Okay okay, i was joking, I believe you.”, Pansy smiles.

“But you gotta admit that he is a little bit more than your best friend, hm?”, she giggles as she sees Y/N mouth wide open and quickly runs away from her.

“Pansy I am going to kill you”, she laughs while she quickly stands up to chase Pansy.

“BUT YOU ARE NOT DENYING IT”, Pansy yells while running away.

———

On the same night, Y/N is sitting on her bed and going through the pages of her new book, that she stole from Mattheos dorm.

Suddenly she heard a knock on her door.

Huh, it’s pretty late.

She quickly stood up and opened the door, just to see Mattheo standing at the doorway, his smile seemed to reach his ears.

“Hey”, he says and steps inside.

“Hey”, smiles Y/N and sits back on her bed.

“Where were you all day? I was looking for you.”, she says as she watches Mattheo sit on the other side of her bed.

“What, it’s Saturday, which means no classes, am I not allowed to have my free time?”, he asks her sarcastically.

Y/N rolls her eyes and smiles.

“I’ve got something for you”, he says before Y/N can even start a conversation.

“Okay? What is it?”, she ask him curiously.

“Close your eyes first”, he says and grins like a little chill that’s about to get ice cream.

Y/N giggles and closes her eyes.

“Put your hands out”

Y/N does as he says.

“Now open your eyes again”

Y/N quickly opens her eyes, just to see her lost necklace in her hands.

“NO WAY”, Y/N gasps loudly.

“You found it?!”, she smiles widely.

“Yup, let me put it on for you.”, he says and Y/N turns her back towards him, so he can put it on.

Mattheo puts on the necklace while she was holding her hair out of the way.

“That’s it”, he says and Y/N quickly jumps up to look at the mirror.

“God I love you”, she says as she quickly runs back to Mattheo and hugs him.

“Thank you so much”, she says and gives him a quick peck on the cheek.

“No problem, love”

—————

Seventh Year: The Breaking Point

The pressure of their final year at Hogwarts weighed heavily on Y/N and Mattheo, each day blurring into the next under the mounting stress of NEWTs and the impending uncertainty of their futures. The bond between them had grown, but with it came an intensity that neither of them fully understood.

Y/N sat by the Black Lake, her breath visible in the cold winter air. The letter from home lay crumpled in her hand, the words etched into her mind. Her parents’ expectations were crushing, their disappointment palpable even through the parchment. She felt like she was suffocating under their demands, the weight of their hopes pressing down on her chest.

Mattheo found her there, as he often did, his presence both a comfort and a source of turmoil. He could see the tension in her posture, the way her shoulders were hunched as if trying to protect herself from the world.

“Y/N,” he called softly, approaching her. She didn’t turn, but he saw the way her hand tightened around the letter. “What’s wrong?”

“Everything,” she whispered, the word barely audible. “I can’t do this anymore, Mattheo. I’m failing them.”

Mattheo sat beside her, the silence stretching between them. He understood that feeling all too well—the suffocating pressure to meet expectations, to be someone you’re not. But he also knew that Y/N was stronger than she believed.

“You’re not failing, Y/N,” he said, his voice firm. “You’re doing the best you can.”

She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s not enough. It’s never enough.”

He reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing his hand over hers. “You are enough,” he said quietly. “To me, you’re more than enough.”

Her breath hitched, and she finally looked at him. The raw emotion in her eyes mirrored his own, a mix of fear, frustration, and something deeper, something they were both afraid to acknowledge.

Winter descended upon Hogwarts, bringing with it a sense of isolation that mirrored Y/N’s internal turmoil. The castle, usually a place of comfort, felt like a prison, its walls closing in on her. She withdrew from her friends, from her studies, and most painfully, from Mattheo.

Mattheo noticed the change immediately. She no longer sought him out, no longer confided in him. The distance between them grew, an invisible barrier that neither knew how to break. It was killing him to see her like this, to see her slipping away.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day of classes, Mattheo found her in the Astronomy Tower. She was staring out at the night sky, her expression vacant.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice strained. “What’s happening to you? To us?”

She didn’t respond, didn’t even acknowledge his presence. The silence was unbearable, a chasm that seemed to widen with each passing second.

“Talk to me,” he pleaded, stepping closer. “Please.”

She turned to him, and he saw the darkness in her eyes, the despair that she had been hiding. “I can’t, Mattheo,” she said, her voice breaking. “I can’t do this anymore. It hurts too much.”

“What hurts?” he demanded, frustration and desperation mixing in his tone. “Tell me, Y/N. Let me help you.”

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “You can’t help me, Mattheo. No one can.”

His own emotions surged, anger and helplessness boiling over. “You think I don’t know what it’s like to hurt? To feel like you’re drowning?” He pulled up his sleeve, revealing the scars that marred his skin. “This is how I cope, Y/N. This is how I survive. But it’s killing me, just like this is killing you.”

Her eyes widened, shock and pain reflected in her gaze. “Mattheo...”

“I’m not asking for your pity,” he snapped, his voice rough. “I’m asking you to let me in. To let me help you, even if it’s just by being here.”

She looked away, the weight of his words sinking in. “I don’t know how to let you in,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

“Then we’ll figure it out together,” he said, his tone softening. “But you have to let me try.”

The vulnerability in his eyes, the raw honesty, broke something inside her. She stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and wrapped her arms around him. It was a tentative embrace, but it was a start.

The days that followed were a struggle. Y/N and Mattheo navigated their way through their pain, their connection deepening even as it was tested. But the tension between them remained, an undercurrent of unresolved emotions.

One night, after a particularly brutal argument over something trivial, Mattheo stormed out of the common room. Y/N, driven by a mix of anger and fear, followed him. She found him in the courtyard, the cold night air matching the chill between them.

“Why do you always run away?” she demanded, her voice shaking. “Why can’t you just stay and fight?”

“Because fighting is all I know,” he shot back, his eyes blazing. “It’s the only thing I’m good at.”

“That’s not true,” she argued, stepping closer. “You’re good at so much more. You’re good at making me feel like I’m not alone. You’re good at making me feel...”

“Feel what?” he interrupted, his voice rising. “Like I am worth something? Like I matter?”

“Yes,” she shouted, the word echoing in the courtyard. “Because you do matter to me, Mattheo. More than anyone else.”

The intensity of her confession hung in the air, a tangible force between them. Mattheo stared at her, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.

“Don’t you see?” she continued, her voice breaking. “You’re not just a fighter. You’re my friend. My...”

The words caught in her throat, the unspoken truth hanging between them. Mattheo’s eyes softened, the anger giving way to something deeper, something more vulnerable.

“Y/N,” he said quietly, stepping closer. “I’m scared.”

“Of what?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

“Of losing you,” he admitted, the raw honesty in his words piercing her heart. “Of never being enough for you.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she closed the distance between them. “You’re already enough, Mattheo. You always have been.”

He reached out, his hand trembling as he cupped her face. “Then why does it feel like we’re both falling apart?”

“Because we are,” she whispered, her tears mingling with his. “But maybe we can fall apart together.”

The kiss that followed was a desperate, anguished thing, a culmination of their pain and longing. It wasn’t gentle or sweet; it was raw and intense, a release of everything they had been holding back. As their lips met, the world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them, bound by their brokenness.

In that moment, they found a fragile solace in each other’s arms, a tentative hope that maybe, just maybe, they could weather the storm together. The journey ahead was uncertain, filled with challenges and pain, but for the first time, they faced it not as individuals, but as a united front.

And that made all the difference.

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A/N: Heres The Rest Bitches, The End Isnt Quite What I Was Planning On, But Yeah

A/N: Heres The Rest Bitches, The End Isnt Quite What I Was Planning On, But Yeah

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