PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT

It was a quiet evening in Costa Rica, and the sun dipped low over the horizon, casting an amber glow across the lush landscape. The waves of the Pacific Ocean gently crashed against the shore as Y/N stood next to Mattheo, her heart pounding. Austin Georgio, who had been their closest confidant throughout this entire secret, stood before them with a grin plastered on his face. Despite the simplicity of the moment, there was an air of seriousness that settled between them.

"You two are really doing this," Austin said with a teasing tone, but there was an underlying pride in his eyes.

Y/N, her heart swelling, gave him a soft smile, glancing at Mattheo. "We are. Just us."

Mattheo squeezed her hand gently. "No need for a crowd. Just us and the ocean."

Austin raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "You two are impossible."

The ceremony was quick, but it was filled with meaning. There were no grand speeches, no applause. Just quiet vows spoken between two people who had been through so much together. It was perfect for them.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," Austin said, his voice reverberating in the still air as the sun set behind them, casting an ethereal glow.

As the vows were sealed with a kiss, Y/N and Mattheo didn't look back. It was their moment, something sacred and private. They walked off the beach hand in hand, knowing they'd carry that day with them forever—just the two of them.

Back at Hogwarts, things returned to normal—or so it seemed. They kept their secret for weeks, and while the boys knew Mattheo and Y/N were dating, they had no idea about the quiet wedding in Costa Rica. The bond between the couple deepened, but it was clear to Austin that something wasn't right. It wasn't the same anymore.

Theo Nott, who had always been the one to observe everything, had started to notice the subtle changes in Mattheo and Y/N. They were more connected, their conversations laced with meanings only they seemed to understand. He couldn't ignore the small touches or the secret smiles that passed between them. He had always harbored feelings for Y/N, and he had often fantasized about standing beside Mattheo as his best man, imagining what it would be like to see her walk down the aisle in a beautiful wedding gown.

But then came the crushing realization. They had already gotten married. In Costa Rica. Without him. Without anyone.

Theo felt as though something precious had been stolen from him. It wasn't just about missing out on the ceremony; it was about everything he had silently hoped for, now shattered. His heart ached every time he saw them together, and the hurt only deepened as the days passed. He thought back to the moment when they had arrived back from Costa Rica. Y/N had looked radiant, her smile glowing, but Theo couldn't bring himself to be happy for them—not when he felt like he had been excluded from such an important moment.

One evening, after Mattheo and Y/N walked into the common room, hand in hand as usual, Theo could no longer stand it. He couldn't bear the thought of pretending everything was fine, so he silently stood, walked out of the room, and never returned for the rest of the night.

The days that followed were filled with silence. Theo withdrew from his friends, isolating himself in his dorm. He refused to leave, not for meals, not for class, not for anything. His eyes were red from crying, the sorrow overwhelming him to the point where he couldn't even face his friends. The boys—Blaise, Enzo, and even Mattheo—tried to reach out, but Theo ignored them. Messages went unanswered, and Theo blocked all of them on his social media. He blocked Mattheo and Y/N's numbers, too, unable to bring himself to speak to them. His heart was broken, and he couldn't find the words to explain why.

The boys didn't understand. They saw him as distant, detached, and no one had a clue why. But Y/N could feel the weight of his absence, and the guilt gnawed at her. She hadn't meant to hurt him. She had wanted to share this moment with everyone, including Theo. She needed him there, standing by Mattheo's side, and she needed to make things right.

It was then that Y/N decided to take action. One afternoon, when she found herself in the quiet solitude of her dorm, she wrote a note—one she knew Theo needed to read. She took a deep breath, her heart racing. This wasn't easy, but it was necessary.

The note read:

Theo,
I'm so sorry for not telling you sooner. Mattheo and I got married in Costa Rica. It was just us—no one else. But that wasn't fair. You should have been there. You are Mattheo's best friend, and I want you to be there when we get married again. I divorced Mattheo so that we could have the wedding we've always dreamed of, with you and the rest of the boys there with us. You deserve to be part of this.

She folded the note carefully, then snuck down to his dorm. With a quick glance to make sure no one was watching, she slipped it under his door. She didn't expect a reply immediately, but she had to try. She just had to.

The following weeks were a mix of confusion and pain. Mattheo had no idea about the divorce, about the wedding being planned again, but Y/N knew it was something they needed to do. The boys remained confused as Theo continued to isolate himself, even though they tried to pull him back into their circle. Mattheo began to notice the strain it was putting on their friend group, but Y/N was resolute.

When Theo finally came out of hiding, it wasn't without noticeable changes. His eyes were bloodshot, his face pale from the isolation. He had seen the note under his door, and the words were still echoing in his mind.

Y/N had divorced Mattheo.

It wasn't about the heartbreak, not really. It was about the love she had for Mattheo and the love she wanted to share with the people closest to them. She wanted their wedding to be shared, to be special, with everyone who mattered. That meant Theo, standing by Mattheo's side as his best man.

And so, the second wedding was planned, this time with everyone involved. The day of the ceremony arrived, and it was everything Y/N had dreamed of. The setting was breathtaking—a sprawling jungle, with enormous trees towering over them. The vibrant greenery seemed to pulse with life, the air thick with the scent of flowers. Birds chirped from the treetops, and the occasional rustle of leaves added a layer of magic to the scene.

Y/N wore a new dress this time—simple, yet elegant. It flowed with every step she took, the delicate lace and silk catching the light as she walked down the aisle. Mattheo stood at the front, his eyes fixed on her as she approached. His breath hitched in his chest when he saw her, and for a moment, everything seemed to stop. She was so beautiful, so perfect, that he couldn't contain the tears that welled in his eyes.

When they exchanged vows this time, there was no hesitation, no doubt in their hearts. They had been through so much, and now they were here—truly married, with everyone they loved standing by them.

Austin, standing once more as the officiant, smiled warmly as they sealed their vows with a kiss. The group erupted in applause, but Theo—Mattheo's best man—was the first to stand and raise his glass. The emotion was clear in his eyes as he looked at his two best friends.

Mattheo turned to Theo, his voice trembling. "Thank you for being here, man. I... I couldn't have asked for anyone better."

Theo nodded, his voice thick with emotion. "No problem, mate. You deserve all of this. All of it."

As the celebration continued under the canopy of trees, Y/N and Mattheo finally felt complete. Their wedding wasn't just about the two of them—it was about the people who had always been there for them, especially Theo, who had stood by them in the end.

And as the night wore on, with the jungle surrounding them, they knew this was just the beginning of the rest of their lives.