HIM

A month, a fucking month of perfection before she destroys the illusory peace I so longed for.

A peaceful sleep is suddenly interrupted, all I hear is the lock click, the door slam and the curtains of my bed are brutally parted to show a red and green fury...again. I have just enough time to define her contours before bare nails slash at me.

I'm slow to react (she just woke me up) but somehow I manage to sneak up on her wrists and stop her before she does any real damage to me.

"You fucking bastard!"

And I really feel like she's found out. I don't know how and I don't know from whom but she knows. Otherwise she wouldn't have so much fury bottled up in little fists and a contracted jaw. Otherwise she wouldn't have jumped into my bed while all my mates were asleep, I think. The line of modesty for her is very thin, there are more times I've caught her in compromising positions and clothes than times when she's decent.

Like for example now. Her legs have ended up at the side of my hips and her hands press on my chest as she bends towards me. It's taking me more than I like to admit not to look down but hell... not even the uniform can completely button it up?

I have a feeling she has no idea what she looks like, how underneath all her craziness there are impossibly unique features. I don't think she understands how attractive she is, but then (when I think back) she sees herself as a broken toy.

Who would ever think a broken toy is beautiful?

"You have a lot of explaining to do Riddle," she tells me in a low, almost threatening tone, but I know she's having fun. I can see the adrenaline live in her pupils and feel the blood pumping through her veins under my fingertips.

I want to compromise, it's too soon to argue "Alright but get off me" and I want it to be a strong, commanding stance but my voice comes out like it has been crushed by a weight bigger than itself.

And no, it's not because she's decided to relax and sit on my lap, her skirt has ridden up leaving more of her thighs uncovered than allowed and the light fabric of my trousers allows me to feel her perfectly-

The curtains open again "all is well-" Nott's timing is horrendous, disgusting. Anima is a bitch. Nott slides his gaze from me to my hands, and when I lay my gaze there I want to choke Anima to death. Because her stupid, stupid hands are on my chest, stretched out with their palms on my bare skin and she's still bent over me with her shirt unbuttoned and with outside eyes I know what that can look like and I hate her.

"Nina? Did you sleep here?"

"This is not the timing Theo can't you see I'm finishing something?" Why is her tone playful? Why doesn't she take herself off?

"Okay..." He is visibly confused but lets it go, he closes the curtains and it's just me and her. Me her and 4 guys outside who must wonder why the hell I, am with a girl in my bed. Four awfully quiet guys as they get ready to try and eavesdrop on our conversation.

"Nina is a horrible nickname."

She rests her attention on me with a deadly indifference. As if I were just another person, a fly, something annoying but something she cannot out of politeness ignore. She looks at me as I see everyone: inferior to me.

"Explain it to me."

"Not here."

Anima is tremendously annoyed, her breathing is erratic and her pupils are extremely dilated. In the blackness of her pupils I can almost see the havoc of bone and blood she craves to create with me, I lick my lips in anticipation, waiting for her to do it, to get angry and destroy something. Anything at all. I want to see her red, I want to see the blood impregnate her hair and cover her skin. The viscosity of the blood sticking and drying her hair, and I want to hear the whispered cracks of her victims.

I want to see the physical projection of her torment.

But none of this happens. She chooses to take a deep breath, tries to calm herself? She leans towards me again, her hair tickling my cheekbones and her warm breath on my neck are enough to make me hold my breath. What the hell is she doing? The answer comes to me immediately, barely whispered in my ear almost making me shiver.

"They're still watching us."

I don't know exactly what she expects me to do. Maybe she wants me to tell them to leave? Let them mind their own business so we can talk in peace. Honestly, I'm not thrilled with the idea of having to explain myself, or justify myself. I had my reasons, which were more than valid, but she is no one to impose herself in this way. Here it comes again, silent and tempting. The anger and annoyance that I had been waiting for so long and now I can finally take control of the situation, she has taken advantage of my benevolence for long enough, it's time to remind her who among the two has the power.

I'm about to pronounce them, the ruthless and venomous words. I'm ready to humiliate her as she finally sits back down and looks at me with an expression steeped in...amusement? The lower lip caught between her teeth to suppress a small smile and her hands slowly caressing my collarbones make me assume that- No...it's not possible. And yet...

Is that what she wants? For me to play along? Does she want to play with their little minds?

I move my hand, cautiously. Still unsure if this is really what she wants. She doesn't give me any negative signs. My fingers graze her knee. I return to look at her, still no negative signs, in fact, she makes an almost imperceptible movement but enough to make my palm slide over her knee and make me visibly swallow. I hold her gaze firmly as I drag my hand along her thigh, up, higher and higher until I feel the fabric of her skirt and at that point she smiles, an almost genuine smile. Amused and crazy, the pleasure in teasing others.

And it is just as my hand slips under her skirt that I see it. A movement just on the edge of my field of vision and without much thought I draw Anima even closer. The hand under her skirt unceremoniously travels down her thigh, circles around and grabs the soft flesh of her ass while the other grabs the side of her neck hard and brings her close. Too close. Her hair covers us but our noses brush and our breaths mix. A few inches, very few inches and our lips would brush.

As it happened it ends, Anima pulls away and away from me. Completely. She gets off the bed, rearranges her skirt and buttons her blouse. She runs her hand through her hair to fix it as she gives me a wink.

"See you in a bit Riddle, don't keep me waiting."

She walks past an intrigued Malfoy and a sleepy but alert Dolohov to go straight to Nott. With the same hand she was caressing me with a few seconds earlier she cupped his jaw and standing up on her toes she deposits a kiss at the corner of his mouth.

Then as if nothing had happened she left, leaving a myriad of questions and confusion behind her.

She was playing, yes, but with me. And that... is not acceptable.