slytherin boys ?????.

˚⋆𐙚  y/n pov

"why are you getting mad at me?" i asked, looking at mattheo, who was sitting on the couch manspreading and plain ignoring me. "hello??" i waved my hand.

i groaned, threw my hands up in the air angrily, and walked off, leaving the common room. i sighed as i walked around the castle, trying to cool down after our argument. lately, he's been very distant and hasn't been the same, so i tried to communicate with him. however, he didn't seem to like it, and we ended up in a huge argument. and now, here we are.

as i was walking around, i heard loud footsteps behind me, so i turned around to find regulus.

"reggie?" i asked, confused, as i examined his facial expression. "reggie, what happened?" i asked, worried.

"mattheo, he jumped chris," regulus told me.

"wait, what? why?" i asked, following him.

"chris was talking crap about you and didn't notice mattheo was right next to him. that led to them fighting," regulus explained.

"oh my god, chris is so dead," i said, running to the slytherin common room, where i saw a group of boys yelling and cheering.

"please, blaise, get him off chris," i told him as blaise pushed everyone aside, trying to pull mattheo off chris, but he wouldn't budge.

"mattheo! please!" i shouted, trying to grab him, but he pushed me to the ground, making me fall on my butt really hard. i hissed in pain.

he quickly stopped, and blaise took the chance to push him back far away from chris.

"oh fuck, are you okay?" lorenzo asked, helping me up.

"yeah, i'm fine," i sighed, rubbing my hands together.

"baby, i'm so sorry..." mattheo said, coming up to me and grabbing my hand softly.

"it's fine," i sighed, rubbing my forehead, then looking up at him, seeing his busted lip and blood all over his face.

"i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry," he continued to apologize.

"mattheo, please, it's fine. just come," i said, dragging him to the bathroom near the common room.

i closed the door with my wand, shoving it back in my pocket before letting go of his hands.

"sit," i said, pointing to the counter. he listened and sat on it while i found a medkit.

i go in between his legs as i open the medkit box, getting out a cotton ball and drenching it in medicine. i dab it on his lips carefully so i don't hurt him.

"i'm really sorry," he apologizes. i ignore him, continuing to wrap his fists with bandages, but he moves his hand away.

"mattheo," i sigh.

"y/n, honey, listen to me," he pleads. i look up at him, putting my hands on my hips. "i'm really sorry about our argument. i was super pissed and should've communicated instead of arguing with you," he says.

"thank you. i forgive you, but can i fix you up, please?" i ask, tilting my head with a smile.

"yes, you can," he says, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer. i smile.

i continue to treat his wounds. "why'd you mess up your fists so badly?" i ask.

"he was talking so much crap about you. i definitely couldn't let that slide. all he said were lies, lies, lies. i was so sick of it, so i swung at him like it was no problem," he replies.

"i love you, and you know i don't want you hurt. if you hear someone saying crap about me, let me know," i emphasize. "i'll take care of it," i tell him.

"yes, ma'am. i love you too," he smiles, giving me a kiss on the cheek.