Matt smiled warmly, cupping her face in both hands, his thumbs wiping away stray tears. "Don't worry about me. I've had people say worse... Like boyfriends of girls who did not tell me they were unavailable..." He glanced away, pouting a little, before shrugging. "He's nothing I can't deal with. And I'm going to prove him wrong... I'm not the selfish brat he thinks I am, or the player. Not anymore anyway." He slipped his arms back around her waist and placed a light kiss on her lips. "Prudes run in pureblood families. My Grandmother is the same...She likes to Think that I'm going to marry a slytherine." He laughed a little, shaking his head. "For all I know, I might end up with a muggle, what with giving up on this whole wizarding thing for my music career. She's not pleased with that either." He frowned a little and leaned against the wall behind him, letting her thin frame rest against his. "Anyway, enough of that. Did you talk to Rose?"
Al laughed darkly, nodding. "Well, when you're father is the wizard who defeated the dark lord... Twice... You learn a few things, weather you want to or not." He replied lazily, as she continued to rub his back. It was soothing, and eased his mind, something that didn't happen often these days. "But yeah... I'll leave her be for now. Not so much him, though. If he's back on their quidditch team I'll send a bludger or two his way."
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