My 30 Day Workout Plan To Get Back Into My Routine

my 30 day workout plan to get back into my routine 🎀🍵🪷

start date: monday, september 9

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day 1: 20 minute lower body pilates + 30 minute hips & hamstrings yoga

day 2: 30 minute pilates + 20 minute full body yoga

day 3: 20 minute upper body + 30 minute back flexibility yoga

day 4: 30 minute cardio + 20 minute full body yoga

day 5: 20 minute upper body strength yoga + 25 minute mobility workout

day 6: 45 minute full body yoga

day 7: 30 minute yoga sound bath

day 8: 30 minute leg workout + 25 minute inner & outer thighs yoga

day 9: 30 minute full body pilates + 20 minute full body yoga

day 10: 30 minute upper body pilates + 25 minute backbend yoga flow

day 11: 45 minute full body pilates + 25 minute full body yoga

day 12: 45 minute abs & arms pilates + 25 minute abs & arms yoga

day 13: 45 minute full body yoga

day 14: 25 minute yoga sound bath

day 15: 30 minute lower body pilates + 30 minute hips & hamstrings yoga

day 16: 45 minute full body pilates + 25 minute full body yoga

day 17: 35 minute upper body workout + 30 minute backbend yoga flow

day 18: 40 minute low impact hiit cardio + 20 minute full body yoga

day 19: 30 minute pilates hiit + 25 minute strong yoga

day 20: 45 minute full body yoga

day 21: 25 minute yoga sound bath

day 22: 30 minute lower body workout + 25 minute lower body & binds yoga

day 23: 30 minute pilates x strength + 20 minute full body yoga

day 24: 30 minute upper body workout + 30 minute backbend yoga flow

day 25: 30 minute cardio + 20 minute full body yoga

day 26: 30 minute arm balance yoga flow

day 27: 1 hour yoga flow

day 28: 25 minute yoga sound bath

day 29: 38 minute lower body workout + 30 minute hip opening yoga flow

day 30: 20 minute full body yoga

Could you maybe do fluff Mattheo X sick Ravenclaw reader and he pampers her and will carry and hold her?

Ooohhh sweeet, yes ☺️🙏🏼

A Warm Embrace

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Raveclaw!Reader Fandom: Harry Potter: Slytherin Boys

The moment I opened my eyes, I knew something was wrong. My head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton, my throat was raw, and every inch of my body ached as if I’d been hit by a Bludger. The soft, early morning light filtering through the tall windows of my Ravenclaw room felt too bright, too harsh, and I groaned, turning away from it. My bed, usually a haven of warmth and comfort, now felt like a trap I couldn’t escape.

I tried to sit up, but the room spun, and I collapsed back onto my pillows with a whimper. I was supposed to meet Mattheo Riddle in the library this morning. We’d been studying together for weeks now, and despite his Slytherin reputation, I found myself looking forward to our time together more than I cared to admit. But today, even the thought of dragging myself out of bed was unbearable. It all started yesterday during class, but now- on a beautiful autumn saturday- I felt even worse.

Just as I was contemplating how to get to the hospital wing without collapsing, there was a soft knock on my door. I frowned, trying to gather the strength to respond, but before I could, the door creaked open.

“Y/N?”

Mattheo’s voice was soft, filled with concern as he stepped into the room. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d rushed to get here, and his sharp eyes scanned the room until they landed on me.

“Mattheo?” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing here?”

He moved swiftly to my bedside, setting down a tray with tea and what looked like a bowl of soup. “Theo mentioned you weren’t feeling well,” he explained, his gaze not leaving mine. Theo? Oh, yeah. Theodore Nott was partnered up with me yesterday in Transfiguration. He must have realized my state before I liked to admit it. “When you didn’t show up to the library, I thought I’d check on you.”

I tried to sit up again, but the effort was too much. Mattheo frowned, gently placing a hand on my shoulder to keep me from straining. “You’re burning up,” he muttered, his brow furrowing as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face. “You should be in the hospital wing.”

“I didn’t want to make a fuss,” I mumbled, feeling embarrassed by how weak I sounded. “I thought I could sleep it off.”

Mattheo sighed, his expression softening. “You’re not a bother, Y/N. And you’re certainly not going to get better lying here alone.” He paused, his gaze searching my face. “Let me take you to the hospital wing.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could, Mattheo was already moving, carefully sliding an arm under my knees and another behind my back.

“Wait, Mattheo—” I started, but the words died in my throat as he effortlessly lifted me into his arms.

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice soothing as he cradled me against his chest. “I’ve got you.”

Despite the fever clouding my mind, I felt a flush creep up my cheeks. I wasn’t used to being taken care of, especially not by Mattheo, whose usual demeanor was cool and collected. But as he held me, his grip firm yet gentle, I couldn’t help but lean into him, the warmth of his body easing some of the chills that racked mine.

Mattheo carried me through the empty corridors of the castle with ease, his long strides steady and confident. As we passed through another hallway, I caught a glimpse of Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini, both of whom raised their eyebrows in surprise.

“Is she alright?” Theo asked, stepping forward, his usual carefree expression replaced with genuine concern.

“She’s burning up,” Mattheo replied, not slowing his pace. “I’m taking her to the hospital wing.”

Blaise exchanged a glance with Theo, but neither of them questioned Mattheo’s actions. Instead, they fell in step behind him, ready to offer their help if needed. Theo sent me a look and wink. A bright smirk on his face. I burried my face into Mattheo's shoulder, trying to hide my red face.

When we finally reached the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey took one look at me and immediately bustled over, shooing the boys away as she began to examine me. Mattheo, however, refused to leave my side, his hand never letting go of mine.

“She’s dehydrated and exhausted,” Madam Pomfrey said, her tone brisk as she prepared a potion. “She’ll need to stay here for the night.”

“Can I stay with her?” Mattheo asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

Madam Pomfrey hesitated, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him. “Only if you promise not to disturb her rest,” she finally relented, her tone softening. “She needs quiet and care.”

Mattheo nodded, his grip on my hand tightening slightly. “I promise.”

Once Madam Pomfrey had administered the potion and made sure I was comfortable, she left us alone, muttering about fetching more supplies. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of the curtains and the faint sounds of the castle settling for the night.

Mattheo sat beside me on the edge of the bed, his hand still holding mine. He looked down at me, his expression unreadable, and for a moment, I wondered if he regretted staying.

“You didn’t have to stay,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“I wanted to,” he replied simply, his thumb brushing lightly over the back of my hand. “You’ve been there for me more times than I can count, Y/N. Let me take care of you this time.”

I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the fever. “Thank you,” I murmured, my eyes fluttering closed.

Mattheo shifted slightly, and I felt the bed dip as he lay down beside me. “Get some rest,” he whispered, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I sighed softly, nestling against him, the steady beat of his heart soothing me. For the first time that day, I felt truly safe, the weight of my illness lifting slightly as I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

———

When I woke again, it was dark outside, the only light in the room coming from the soft glow of a candle on the bedside table. The fever had lessened, though I still felt weak and tired. But the ache in my body was no longer unbearable, and I realized with a start that I was still wrapped in Mattheo’s arms.

He awakened, his dark eyes watching me with a mixture of concern and something else—something softer, more vulnerable.

“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Better,” I replied, my throat still scratchy but not as painful as before. “Thanks to you.”

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re the one who fought off the fever, Y/N. I just... helped a little.”

“A little?” I teased, my voice still weak but laced with affection. “You carried me through half the castle, Mattheo. I think that’s more than a little.”

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. “Alright, maybe more than a little.” His expression grew serious again, his gaze locking with mine. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

I reached up, my hand trembling slightly, and cupped his cheek. “I’m more than alright,” I whispered, my heart swelling with gratitude and something deeper, something I hadn’t quite allowed myself to acknowledge until now.

He leaned into my touch, his eyes closing briefly as if savoring the moment. When he opened them again, there was a warmth in his gaze that made my breath catch.

“I care about you, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice tinged with a vulnerability I hadn’t heard from him before. “More than I think you realize.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a rush of emotion so intense it almost overwhelmed me. “I care about you too, Mattheo,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of the words.

For a moment, we just lay there, the unspoken feelings between us finally brought to light, filling the space with a warmth that was both comforting and exhilarating. Then, slowly, Mattheo leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead.

“Go back to sleep, it's the middle of the night,” he murmured against my skin, his lips brushing lightly over my temple. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

With that, I closed my eyes, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling me back to sleep, secure in the knowledge that I was in the arms of someone who truly cared.

———

The next morning, when I woke again, the first thing I felt was the warmth of Mattheo’s embrace. The fever had finally broken, and though I was still weak, I felt a thousand times better than I had the day before.

Mattheo was already awake, his hand gently stroking my hair as he watched me with a soft, contented expression. “Good morning,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing.

“Good morning,” I replied, my voice still a little rough but much stronger than before. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“Of course,” he said, his eyes full of warmth as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. “I told you I wasn’t going anywhere.”

And as I lay there, wrapped in his arms, I knew that this—more than any potion or spell—was the best medicine I could have ever asked for.

———

I hope you enjoyed it <3

The Power of Elegance, Grace and Poise | IT GIRL DIARIES

Elegance is a subtle strength that goes beyond physical beauty or material possessions. It's about how you carry yourself, your actions, and the way you engage with the world around you. Cultivating grace and poise in your daily life can elevate your presence and make you stand out effortlessly. Having elegance as a characteristic can enhance your femininity immensely, attracting the right people and opportunities.

The Art of Mindful Movement

Elegance begins with how you move through the world. Every gesture, whether it's walking into a room or offering a handshake, can exude grace when done with intention. Moving deliberately and confidently, without rushing, demonstrates a quiet control over your environment. Graceful movements are gentle and fluid, reflecting a calm mind and self-assurance. Drop something? Don't pull an Elle Woods and stunt a bend and snap, this causes to much exposure and attracts attention in the wrong manner. This will change the way others approach you and who approaches you.

Speaking with Intention

The way you speak is another powerful reflection of elegance. Speaking clearly, slowly, and with thoughtfulness shows a refined presence. Listening attentively before responding, and choosing your words carefully, allows you to convey wisdom and consideration. A poised individual speaks with purpose, never raising their voice or dominating the conversation, but instead engaging others with respect. A foul mouth is common in today's society, even I, myself sometimes fall victim to this. Having a foul mouth can indicate a lack of vocabulary or intellect so try and steer away from using this language, find other words to describe the way you feel in a situation, always remain cool calm and collected.

Cultivating Kindness and Patience

True elegance lies in how you treat others. Kindness, patience, and respect are hallmarks of a graceful person. Offering a smile, listening without interruption, and being present in your interactions can leave a lasting impact. Elegance isn’t just about what you do, but how you make others feel—valued, understood, and appreciated.

The Power of Simplicity

Elegance thrives in simplicity. Whether it’s in your personal style, your home, or the way you approach challenges, less is often more. A graceful person is not distracted by excess but instead focuses on the essentials, projecting refinement through simplicity and order. It’s the small, thoughtful actions that create an atmosphere of calm and sophistication. Choose minimalistic over maximalist.

Composure in Challenging Situations

A key element of elegance is maintaining composure, even in difficult situations. Never lose your cool! Staying calm under pressure, responding rather than reacting, and maintaining an air of confidence helps you rise above challenges with grace. Composure reflects inner strength and elegance, showing that you are in control of yourself regardless of external circumstances. This doesn't mean you can't give it to dumb people on occasion, if someone needs to be put in their place, do it with grace.

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You can cultivate an aura of elegance that will enhance every aspect of your life. Elegance attracts the right people and sets boundaries before you voice them. How you look and present yourself to the world is very important. First impressions always matter!

"Talk with Grace and Walk with Poise"

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ASTEROIDS RELATED TO ATTRACTIVENESS

from (post here!) ✿

ASC - MC, sun, moon, venus, mars or jupiter conjunction, trine and sextile (0-2 orb)

*added by me* Adonis (2101) — magnetic, charismatic beauty (sextile moon 1º)

Aglaja (47) — Splendor

Alkmene (82) — Faithfulness, Intelligence

*added by me* Apollo (1862) — attraction, beauty (sextile mars 2º, trine MC 2º)

Aphrodite (1388) — Sexual Attractiveness (honorable mention conjunct mercury 3°)

*added by me* Bathseba (592) — lusted after beauty (honorable mention conjunct merucry 3°)

Bella (695) — Beautiful Woman

Candy (3015) — Candy Girl (sextile Sun at 1º)

Casanova (7328) — Charm

Chariklo (10199) — Sensitive

Charis (627) — Charisma

*added by me* Erato (62) — sensual, lovely beauty (trine MC 0º)

Eva (164) — Femininity

Fay (4820) — Ethereal Beauty (trine ASC 0º)

Flora (8) — Ethereal, Fairy Beauty

Freia (76) — Beauty, Fertility (sextile moon 0º)

Glo (3267) — Shine and Glow (sextile moon 0º)

*added by me* Godiva (3018) — untainted, pure beauty (conjunct moon 1º)

*added by me* Helena (101) — The Most Beautiful (conjunct ASC 1°)

Hera (103) — Sexual Attractiveness (sextile Jupiter 2°)

Kallisto (204) — The Most Beautiful (sextile Moon 0º, honorable mention conjunct Saturn at 0º)

Kleopatra (216) — Strength, Authority (trine Moon at 0º)

Lilith (1181) — The Dark Side of Sexuality (trine Moon at 0º)

Lotis (429) — Pure Beauty (trine ASC 2°)

Medusa (149) — Enviable Beauty (trine ASC at 2°)

Nadherna (5089) — Gorgeous (sextile Sun at 2°)

Nefertiti (3199) — Graceful

Narcissus (37117) — Vanity and Attractiveness

Nymphe (875) — Ageless, Natural Beauty

Peitho (118) — The Goddess of Persuasion (trine MC at 1º)

Persephone (399) — Queen of the Underworld (trine ASC °2)

Psyche (16) — Enviable Beauty (conjunct Mars 2º)

Ptah (5011) — Magical Beauty (conjunct Mars 0º, conjunct Venus at 2º)

Queen (5457) — Elegant, Strength, Powerful

Salome (562) — Seductive, Fatal Beauty (sextile Moon at 0º)

Sappho (80) — Bisexual Energy (sextile Sun 2°)

Sassi (7500) — Sassy Girl (sextile Venus 1º, sextile Mars º0)

Sirene (1009) — Dangerous, Femme Fatale (trine ASC 2°)

Shigemi (7597) — Luxuriant Beauty (sextile Jupiter 1º)

Zerlina (531) — Leading Energy

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✮ Healthy whole foods only - no added sugar, no unhealthy fats, no oil, no ultra-processed food

✮ No food restrictions, just mindfulness

✮ Hitting the protein goal daily (70g)

✮ Chosen sport 2 times per week

✮ Working out at home/running 3-4 times per week

✮ Drinking 2l of water

✮ In bed by 10 PM, up at 6:30

✮ AM and PM skincare every day

✮ Getting homework done the day it is assigned

✮ Studying and practicing at least 2 hrs

✮ Max. 2 hours screen time

✮ Reading at least 50 pages per day

✮ Language learning every day

✮ Spending time with myself

✮ Taking it easy. I'm not working against myself, but with myself. I am confident and positive and the physical and mental improvements will appear in no time. I am glowing up!!

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Summary: Mattheo gets into another fight with a new guy and when Professor McGonnagal surprisingly do not punishes your boyfriend for it, you discover what she really thinks about your relationships.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: established relationships, protective boyfriend Matty, fights, insults and creepy guys, language, mentions of blood, hints of sex at the end.

Author's note: idk, the summary kinda sucks, but I couldn't think of anything better. basically it's just me being McGonnagal's fan and a simp for Mattheo 😘

Mattheo was sitting with his friends on one of the benches outside the castle. He was partly listening to whatever Blaise was saying about the next Quidditch game, more thinking about you and about the fact that he almost didn’t see you during the day. 

He was completely lost in his thoughts until he heard your name slip out of the new guy’s, Eddie's, mouth. He and another Ravenclaw student were sitting not far away, and Mattheo’s attention was immediately drawn to their conversation.

“Yeah, that girl Y/N, right? I tried to talk to her during the lecture but she acted like a total bitch.” The guy laughed, elbowing his housemate as if he said something funny. Mattheo’s fist tightened, and he tried to hear more to figure out whether they were talking about you or not. 

“Wait, dude.” The other guy chuckled, almost in shock. “You mean that Y/N? Riddle’s girl? You tried to hit on her? Nah, you better drop that shit. It’s like serious between them and all, no one usually bothers her because Riddle goes crazy about it.”

“Don’t care, man. I’ll find a way to get to her. I know she’s gonna be a total freak in bed, I will find a way to fuck her.“

Mattheo just snapped, jumping out of his place in a matter of seconds. Before one of his friends or even Eddie realized what was going on, Mattheo had already dragged him to the floor, punching his face. 

“Wanna repeat what the fuck you just said about her?” He hissed at the guy, making another hit into the jaw. 

“I said that she looked fuckable.” 

It turned into a total mess, with them fighting on the ground and other students staring like it was some kind of show. The crowd got bigger, but Mattheo did not care about it at all; he was too busy with the way his knuckles met that ugly face. 

Only a few minutes later, Blaise, Theo, and Draco dragged Mattheo away, while a few Ravenclaw students restrained Eddie. 

Mattheo was almost uncontrollable, puffing and trying to escape from the firm hands that were holding him in place. 

You heard that your boyfriend got into another fight, but as Luna said, it was something bigger and that he was even more violent today. 

You brushed through the crowd, immediately standing before Mattheo’s eyes to catch his attention. You placed both of your hands on his chest and quickly nodded to his friends to let him go. As soon as he became free, he tried to push forward, almost radiating anger. The fact that Eddie was proudly smiling behind your back did not help the situation. 

“No. Mattheo, stop it. What’s going on?” You felt the way he was breathing, as if he had run a few miles, and it was mostly anger. His face had a few drops of blood; the brow and lip were cut, and you knew that you would have to clean them up later, but now you only wanted him to calm down and speak to you properly. 

“Hey, baby. Remember me?” The voice behind your back made you turn your head around, only now seeing the guy your boyfriend was fighting with. It was a new student from another school who was annoying you during your class and almost got you two in detention. You wanted to slap him so badly for the way he was talking to you, but you knew that the best way to deal with such people was to ignore them. They were always thriving on any type of attention. He looked much worse than Mattheo. Already blossoming bruises under his eye, on the jaw, and blood running out of his nose, and when he gave you that nasty smile, you saw his red teeth too. "C'mon, that’s why you were ignoring me, huh? Voldemort’s son? You could find someone better to fuck.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” You felt how Mattheo moved forward again, but you slightly pushed him back. You lifted one of them to his cheek, caressing it in slow circles. 

“No, you’re not. He's not worth it, Matty. Hey, look at me, please.” You put a slight pressure on his face to distract him and make him set his eyes on you. You had seen him during the fights before, but this time it was different. The way Mattheo’s eyes were completely dark, slightly narrowed, and full of rage, his face expression was so cold and nothing like you got used to. For a moment, you understood why sometimes even his friends preferred not to step in. 

Eddie pissed you off during the previous lesson, where he decided to sit with you, chat, and flirt. You tried to pay as little attention to him as possible, completely uninterested in the jerk with no manners and a big ego. He got to school just a few days ago but you already hated him with your whole heart. 

Though you couldn’t let your boyfriend start the fight again. Eddie was clearly provoking him with that weirdly satisfied grin on his face and rude words, probably so later he could say that the Dark Lord’s son was trying to kill him. 

Mattheo's eyes were ruining between your face and Eddie behind your back, as if he were trying to make a decision. Your fingers didn’t stop moving in slow motion on his jaw and you thought that you felt some tension leaving his body. 

“I hate the way he was talking about you.” He said it roughly, trying to control his body and emotions. Yes, Mattheo’s eyes were full of anger, but there was something deeper. He was hurt. 

“I know, Matty, I know.” You stepped a bit closer to distract your overprotective boyfriend. At that moment, you almost forgot that you were in front of everyone and all the students are going to gossip about your interaction for the next week. “He’s provoking you. He wants to make you the bad guy. Don’t let him do that, please. We should just leave, okay?” You almost whispered, not breaking eye contact.

“Yeah, Matty, listen to your little girlfriend if you don’t want to—”

“Mr. Carmichael!” The loud, stern voice of Professor McGonnagal interrupted whatever he wanted to say and everyone went quiet for a few seconds. “You are not allowed to speak in this tone inside our school. Mr. Carmichael, Mr. Riddle and Ms. Y/L/N, follow me to my office, and everyone else must go back to their classes.”

“But Professor, Y/N didn't do anything wrong!” Mattheo protested, on instinct, placing his hand on your back and stepping closer. 

“I said all three of you should go to my office, Mr. Riddle. Now.” Without another word, she left. Mattheo cursed near you, blaming himself for getting you into trouble, but you gave him a reassuring smile and, interlacing your hands, led him to McGonnagal’s office. 

As soon as you walked in, Mattheo stood, separating you and Eddie so he wouldn’t be able to talk or even look at you. 

“Are any of you willing to tell me what exactly happened there?” McConnagal sat in her chair, observing all of you. You stayed in front of her in silence.

“I punched him because he was saying inappropriate things about Y/N, Professor.” Mattheo briefly looked at you and you slightly squeezed his hand in yours in return. You saw how McGonnagal looked at your hands but you did not pull away, willing to show your boyfriend that you weren’t mad or blaming him. 

“Is that so?” She looked at you. 

“I wasn’t there when the fight started, but Eddie was bothering me earlier during the lessons. He made a few comments about me, even though I asked him to leave me alone, so I assume that it might’ve been the reason for Mattheo to do it.” 

“Liar.” 

“Mr. Carmichael, you are not in the position to talk back right now. That is quite impressive that you were able to get into the fight without even being here for weak. You are getting a detention, plus you’ll help Professor Snape after tomorrow's lesson. He’ll be happy to deal with you, I’m sure. Also, 20 points from Ravenclaw.” McGonnagal ignored his dramatic groan, now looking at Mattheo. Judging by the tension in his body, he was ready for the worst. “What about you, Mr. Riddle…” She briefly looked at you, and you didn’t really understand what it meant. “This time, I’m only giving you a warning: in Hogwarts, we do not support any kind of violence. You may be free.” 

“That’s unfair! I’m covered in blood because of him. Are you really not going to punish the Dark Lord’s son? He could’ve killed me!” 

“One more word and I’m taking away more points. You both are free, but you, Ms. Y/L/N, please stay for a few minutes.” 

“But she— Professor, please don’t do this.” Mattheo stepped closer to her desk and you thought that he sounded as if he had suddenly panicked. It was strange. 

“Hey, Mattheo, don’t worry about me. I promise, it’s okay.” You pulled him back, curiously looking at his weird behaviour. “Just wait for me outside, please. It won’t be long.” He stared at you for a moment, but then kissed you on the cheek and went out of the room. 

“It’s truly magical to see the kind of love you two share, my dear.” McGonnagal softly laughed and you felt the heat on your cheeks. “Come sit here, please.” McGonnagal pointed to the chair in front of her desk. 

“What did you want to talk about, professor?” 

“Well, I know that this is not my place to interfere, but I wanted to say that you and Mr. Riddle share something really rare and special. And while I do not support his physical way of dealing with problems, I know that he deeply cares about you, darling, and this is how he expresses it.” It was weird to hear such words from someone else. You always respected Professor McGonnagal and the fact that she said that made your heart fill with even more love. 

“Was it the reason why you didn’t punish him for the fight?” She nodded. 

“Mattheo is a really smart boy with a kind heart and a good chance to have a really successful and wonderful life. The only thing that may ruin it is his family; I'm sure you understand that.” McGonnagal looked at you with a soft smile on her lips. “I see the way you affect him. How he became less distant during the lessons, started smiling more, and that you two are always connected no matter what. Everyone noticed it, even us professors. You may be the only bright thing in his life, my dear; that’s why I want you to ask to be there and not let him slip into the darkness. I just know that such love is so pure and strong and I hope it’ll live as long as the world exists.”

“Um– thank you, professor. I don’t even have enough words to express myself, but I appreciate your support. I’ll do everything in my power to save it.” You suddenly felt extremely emotional after this talk, and the only thing that you wanted to do right now was to be in your boyfriend’s arms. 

“Now go. He's probably losing his mind because of you being there for so long. 

Mattheo did wait for you near McGonnagal’s office and when you walked out of there with slightly glossy eyes and a soft smile, his facial expression changed into something sad and cold, which you did not quite understand. As usual, after his fights, you went into his dorm, but the walk there was weirdly quiet. 

When you walked into his dorm and then to the bathroom, where you usually cleaned his wounds, he just followed you, hopping onto the counter near the sink and waiting while you prepared the first aid kit.

“Are you okay?” You stepped in between his legs, holding his face with your left hand and the wet towel in the other. You wiped the dried blood and then applied salve. “You’re acting kind of weird.”

He stayed silent for a few seconds, as if he were considering his words. “Are you going to break up with me? If so, then just say it right away and don’t torture me. I fucking hate it.” His eyes were locked on your necklace with the letter R, while your hand froze in the air in shock. 

“Wh– Matty, what are you talking about?!” He finally looked up, meeting with your eyes, and you understood that he was trying to be casual and careless about it, but in fact he looked hurt.

“Isn’t it why McGonnagal asked you to stay? To say that I’m bad for you or something.”

“This is why you didn’t want to leave me there? I saw the way you looked at me… Oh, baby, no, I’m not going to break up with you.” You gently cupped his cheeks; now the tension had partly left Mattheo’s body and he finally put his hands on your waist. “In fact, McGonnagal told me quite the opposite.” Your fingers gently rubbed a bruise on his jaw while he looked at you in disbelief. 

“What do you mean?” Mattheo slightly frowned. His hands unconsciously tightened around you, causing you to step even closer to him. 

"Well, she said that you are really smart and that you have a lot of opportunities in the future if you’ll make the right decisions. She told me that you need someone like me to be here for you… and that what we have is really pure and magical.” You almost whispered the last part. The silence in the bathroom became almost too heavy, and the way Mattheo was looking made your stomach tighten with a weird feeling. 

“I thought she hated me.” 

You shook your head. “There’s no reason for her to hate you, Matty. You are not your family. You can live your life how you want to, without any burden or darkness, and I’ll be here for you. Always.” Mattheo’s hand reached for your face, slowly touching your skin. He looked almost mesmerized by you—those pretty brown eyes soft with so much love and feelings for you. 

“Merlin, I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He drew you closer, your foreheads touching in an intimate gesture. “I love you so fucking much. You’re my everything, Y/N. I know that it might be hard dealing with me, but I’m trying. For you. And I’m sorry for today. I just cannot let anyone disrespect or hurt you, my love.” 

“That’s okay. I’m not mad. Just don’t want you to get hurt too. I love you, Matty. No matter what.” You smiled, closing your eyes, and finally properly kissed him. It was slow and delicate and it felt as if that moment was so significant for your relationship. You were always sure of your’s and Mattheo’s love, but right now it has become serious on another lever. And both of you could not be more happy. 

Mattheo kissed you passionately, pulling you in close and sliding his tongue across your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth, burying your hands into the messy curls and scratching the scalp. “I hate to say it, but you actually look kind of hot when you’re fighting…”

“Fuck, baby. Let’s stay here for the rest of the day and skip the classes. I want you so fucking bad.” He groaned, lowering his mouth to your neck.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mattheo Riddle?” You pushed him away, slightly pulling his hair to enjoy those glossy dark eyes and swollen lips. 

“What if I say yes?” Mattheo’s hand slipped under your skirt, teasingly stroking your thigh. 

“Then I'll let you do it.”