Mattheo — Obsessively Yours · Y/n story by @juuuls

The castle was exactly as you remembered it. Torchlight flickered against ancient stone, casting long shadows across the corridor. Somewhere above, a group of first-years were laughing, their footsteps echoing through the ceiling.

Pansy

her voice cutting through the murmur, sharp and unmistakable I don't care what Theo says, if she doesn't walk through that door in the next five minutes, I'm going to hex someone.

Theodore

dry, unbothered You've said that three times already. The door's still intact.

Pansy

snapping That's because I'm being generous, Nott. Generosity has a limit.

Your hand hovered over the door handle. The password had been the same for years—you'd whispered it to yourself on the train ride here, half-convinced you'd forgotten it. You hadn't.

Lorenzo

his voice warm, easy, cutting through the noise Pansy, love, if you hex anyone, I'm blaming you when McGonagall takes points. And I refuse to lose house points because you're impatient.

Blaise

smooth, amused She's not impatient. She's dramatic. There's a difference.

Pansy

huffing There is literally nothing different about those words, Blaise.

You heard the crackle of a fire, the shuffle of cards, the low murmur of conversation. Familiar. Warm. Home.

Pansy

quieter now, almost to herself She said she'd be back tonight. She promised.

Theodore

a pause, then low She'll be here.

The door swung open.

Pansy

her head snapping up, eyes going wide Oh, thank fuck.

She was across the room in seconds, heels clicking against the stone floor, and then her arms were around you, tight and fierce and exactly like coming home.

Pansy

muffled against your shoulder If you ever leave for four months again, I'm disowning you. I don't care how pretty your French accent got.

Lorenzo

grinning, leaning back in his chair Look who finally decided to show up.

Blaise

a small, knowing smile Took you long enough.

Theodore

from his spot by the window, cigarette between his fingers, eyes unreadable Welcome back.

Your eyes swept the room. Draco was lounging by the fire, a book open in his lap, watching you with an expression that was almost—almost—fond. Daphne gave you a small nod from her seat. Astoria smiled warmly.

Pansy

pulling back, reading your face instantly, her voice dropping He's not here. He went out with Theo and Enzo about an hour ago. Said he needed air.

The words hung in the air.

Pansy

her jaw tightening, a flicker of something protective crossing her face He'll be back. He always comes back.