Theo's Pov

Fey lay curled up in my bed, with Mattheo's head on her chest and his arms wrapped around her waist. We tried convincing her that he was alright, but she wasn't.

She broke down crying as soon she saw the bruises marring his skin. No amount of trying to convince her of his thick skull did any good at all. Her sobs were heart-wrenching, and her body was shaking. As soon as Mattheo managed to lay her down and stroke her back, she cried herself to sleep.

The door flew open, and Draco and Blaise strolled in smiling, still dressed in their Quidditch uniforms. They took in all our faces littered around the room, felt our tired and exhausted tone, and stopped dead in their tracks.

We were all still here, Pansy included, who was sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed with her knees to her chest, waiting for someone to explain to her what the fuck was going on.

"What the fuck happened?" Draco asked, tossing his bag across the room.

I hissed, "Keep it down, you fucking knob. She just fell asleep, and I don't want her waking up just to start fucking crying again."

Draco's eyes snapped to my bed, where Mattheo still lay stroking Fey's back as she slept. He glared at him.

"Why was she crying?" Blaise asked, setting his bag down silently.

"That shithead was there," Lorenzo told them, a shadow across his face, his eyes far away and his thoughts even farther.

"What shit? Who are yo-" Draco stopped mid-word and cursed under his breath, "He came back then?"

I nodded and tapped a cigarette from my pack. It was my last one. Sighing, I placed it between my lips and pulled. Feeling the nicotine hit my lungs was a relief, but it was short-lived. Nothing could take this stress away, not until he was dead.

"What happened?"

I looked to Blaise, "Mattheo jumped on him, beat the shit out of him. Caused a huge fucking scene, and we ran."

"She was stuck," Pansy whispered, "It was like she was frozen there. When I tried to talk to her, she wouldn't say anything. Wouldn't even move when a first-year nearly ran her over..."

Blaise sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on Fey's ankle, "Is she alright?"

"She's fine. I think. She didn't start crying until she saw how busted up Mattheo was."

Draco laughed, "At least we know she likes your ugly arse."

Mattheo glared at him harder and flipped him off.

"Someone needs to tell me what the hell is going on," Pansy whispered, anger filling her voice, "Why did Mattheo beat up Rafe, and why the fuck was she in shock?"

Our eyes connected over her head, and for a moment, we all silently contemplated telling her, but it wasn't our secret to share.

"Look Pansy... It's not something that we can just tell you-"

"It's okay," a whispered voice said.

I spun around, my cigarette hanging from my lips, and found Fey peeking up at us from under Mattheo's arm. Her eyes connected with mine, and she nodded before turning into Matty's chest.

"He-" I took a long drag and watched the white smoke rise from my lungs, "He raped Fey."

Anger overcame her features, and her hands balled into fists, "He's the one who raped her during first year?"

I nodded, surprised she knew all but the fuckers name.

"Shit. You should have killed him, Riddle."

"I fucking should have."

The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. Pansy's head fell to her knees, and Draco sank to the floor near the door. We were silent, knowing what we wanted but not what to do.

"There's nothing we can do," Fey said, "You want to fix this, but you can't."

"Like hell," Enzo replied, finally moving from his place by the window and crawling over Mattheo to spoon Fey from behind, "He's not going to lay a fucking hand on you again."

"We'll never let him touch you," Blaise promised, piling onto my bed and resting his head on her stomach.

Figuring what the hell, I pushed between my friends and pulled the final drag off my cigarette before promising that I would die at her feet before I would ever let her feel pain again.

Draco rose and peered down at us from the edge of the bed. All of us were crowded together. With hardly any room for those of us who were already on the bed but still, he clambered on and laid directly on top of Fey, "I'll kill him."

It was all he said, but the intentions rang clear. He would never let her be hurt, would never let her feel that pain again.

Pansy giggled, and when I looked up from between too many limbs, she was leaning against the poster of my bed with her arms crossed over her chest.

"This may not seem like much. Not after all of those declarations, but I'm here for you, and I will slit his throat," With that, she turned on her heel and left, shutting the door softly behind her.

"As much as I love us all being together, there is no way I am sleeping in bed like this," I told them.

Mattheo huffed, "I was here first."

"It's my bed," pausing. I squeezed Fey's thigh, "You can stay, amor mio. I would love to share my bed with you."

Fey giggled and wiggled under all of our bodies furiously before giving up, "I can't move."

"Good. You stay, the rest of you fuckers get out of my bed."

They didn't move; it didn't seem like they were breathing.

"Theo?" Fey whispered from under the dog pile.

"Yes, love?"

"Sleepover?"

I groaned.

"Please?"

"Fine. Go get your shit, you needy fucks."

They scrambled out of my bed at my words, leaving just Fey and me alone. When she attempted to get out, I clamped my hands around her leg, "Where do you think you're going?"

"I need something to sleep in," she pulled at her sweater, "I guess I could sleep in this..."

"I'll give you something of mine to wear."

Rolling out of bed, I pecked her lips. My cock wanted me to tell her I was out of clothes or that the house elves stole them all, but my rational mind had my hands reaching for my old Devil's Snare Band shirt and tossed it to her before starting to strip out of my clothes. When I brought my shirt over my head, she was closing the bathroom door.

My innocent little snake, still so shy. I undid my belt and let my trousers fall to the floor before climbing into bed. The tension in my back coiled around my spine painfully released as I tried to relax. I hissed out a breath, closed my eyes, and let my arms block the light from my eyes.

When the bathroom door cracked open, I snuck a peek and saw Fey pulling my shirt down her legs to try and cover more of herself, "Shit, love, you're gorgeous."

A deep flush rushed her cheeks, and she dropped her clothes on the floor before crawling into bed beside me. Her small hands glided over my bare chest before her head found its resting place over my heart, and my hands gripped her hip and ass, pulling her as close as I could manage.

"I'm a lucky bastard."

She shook her head, "I'm the lucky one, Theo."

Her bare skin on mine felt so warm and right, "We'll have to agree to disagree, Cuore mio."

Tilting her face up, I captured her lips. Only with this little witch did I feel alive. Only with her did my heart beat wildly in my chest. Gripping her tighter, I held her. I willed her to feel what I was feeling through my kiss. I willed her to know that I would do anything for her. Go to the ends of the earth for her happiness. Fight for her honor. Die for her safety. Kill for her wellbeing.

The four buffoons stumbled in, interrupting our beautiful moment with their arguing. They carried their hearts on their sleeves along with their bedding and began finding their places around my room to sleep. Being a generous and gracious host, I allowed Lorenzo to join Fey and me in bed.

I could share her as long as her sparking eyes returned to mine, and as long as she permitted me to hold her, I would be more than able to stand sharing her. Lorenzo wrapped his arms around her, over mine, and sighed. I knew the feeling.

Contentment, and it coursed through me as well as I held her. I didn't know much, but I did see that I was willing to spend all my life giving her my love because I am selfish and wanted all her love in return.

She is all that matters.