Sharing a bed with a memory M.R · Y/n story by @laceyyy

The Italian sun was relentless, a blazing white disc that turned the sea into a sheet of hammered gold. The apartment was just as the photos had promised—terracotta tiles, a balcony overlooking the crashing waves, and a salty breeze that carried the scent of lemon trees.

Pansy Parkinson

drops her suitcase with a heavy thud and kicks off her sandals Can you believe it? We're actually here.

Theodore Nott

flicks his dark hair out of his eyes and grins, pulling Pansy flush against his side Finally. Thought I’d go mental at the airport.

The air was thick with the lazy promise of summer. Pansy had already claimed the bigger bedroom with a shriek of delight, dragging Theo in after her. That left you alone in the hallway, your duffel bag heavy on your shoulder.

Mattheo Riddle

from somewhere behind you, low and rough This couch is a plank. You call this a holiday?

You didn't turn around. You could already feel the familiar weight of his gaze, the tension that coiled in your stomach like a snake.

Theodore Nott

comes out of the master bedroom with an innocent smile Ah. Right. About that.

Mattheo Riddle

slouches against the kitchen counter, arms crossed. His eyes are darker than you remember. The bruise of sleepless nights was painted beneath them. I’m not kidding. A plank.

Theodore Nott

shrugs Pansy said you could take the second room.

Pansy Parkinson

pokes her head out, grinning Well, Y/n’s in there. You two could share.

Mattheo Riddle

his jaw tightens. He stares at the floor for a long moment, then at you. His voice drops. ‘S'fine with me if it's fine with you.