He backs away from the kiss staring at me, I look into his eyes. His eyes that are beaming with warmth and love and passion that I almost forget that-

Tony laughs so loud that the whole hall looks at him, he claps slowly. Mattheo death stares him arching an eyebrow

he leans into my ear, "who is he?" jealousy lingers in his voice hanging tight to it, I don't answer, I can't answer, it's like my mouth is glued shut. I just stare at Tony.

My eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched, eyes filled with anger, as if I could rip out his heart and feed it to him.

"so you have a boyfriend, now?" he laughs, smirks. "and he happens to be lord voldemorts son" he laughs again, "ironic isn't it? I guess you just have a thing for guys who are exactly like you" mattheo's eyebrows go up, amused all of a sudden.

"if your trying to compare yourself to mattheo, your nothing like him. Your a definition of a monster tony. Don't think that just because I gave you one chance that I love you, because I don't." mattheo furrows his eyebrows

"he's your ex?" he whispers into my ear, "unfortunately" I whisper back, "why didn't you tell me" I look at him, "we'll talk about this later, okay?"

"actually you gave me two chances, love" tony says, me and mattheo look back at him. My fists rolled up and his jaw clenched, both of our eyes dark and angry.

"yeah because you fucking threatened to kill everyone I love, you fucking arse!" mattheo stands up, grabs tony by the collar of his shirt "leave her the fuck alone or else I'll kill you" he spits in his face, tony smirks "you sound just like your father"

mattheo drops him, looks to his side laughing as he rubs his chin.

Uh oh, oh no, no, no. Fuck my life.

Tony gets punched in the face so hard I swore I saw a ghost fly out of him and mattheo is suddenly on the other side of the table and is now on top of him, beating the crap out of him, I feel like I should stop him, like I should pull him away and tell him he isn't worth it but I can't, and I will not.

I watch him punch him over and over again as everyone is yelling, encouraging them to fight and telling Mattheo that he's gonna kill the boy.

My throat is so dry that water can't even save it, and my heart. My heart is beating so fast and adrenaline is coursing through my veins, my thoughts are fighting each other and I'm trying to breathe and calm down and tell myself that this is just a dream or maybe I'm even hallucinating and Tony isn't actually here at all.

But I'm definitely not dreaming nor hallucinating.

My heart stops, skips a beat or two when I see him.

Face all bloody, knuckles bloody, shirt bloody. I feel a sick feeling, one I can't describe, not toward Mattheo but toward the blood on him, I feel guilty for putting blood on his hands, that I'm the reason there's blood on him, him, his perfect, perfect body. In the first place, I'm shaking so hard.

He wipes the blood off him staring at me, only me. I look at him. Eyebrows furrowed slightly. I want to grab him and kiss him and tell him how much I love him and that he shouldn't try to hurt anyone for me ever again because I know deep down that I don't deserve to be stood up for, that no one deserves to be punished for my actions, except for me.

"MATTHEO RIDDLE" mcgonagoll yells, both of our eyes go wide. I grab his bag and throw it to him and grab mine. Jump over the table, heart beating in my throat. He grabs my trembling hand and we start running.

we run down the corridor away from filch who was ordered to chase us, I look back at him as we run quickly out of breath "do-y-you think he's...okay" alive is what I meant to say, alive. he smirks "hopefully not" my stomach twists.

"GET BACK HERE" filch yells down a corridor, mattheo grabs my waist pulling us into a small dark cabinet, way too small, way, way too small.

I feel his hot breath on my neck, his hands still on my waist holding me as if he could lose me if he let go, I hold my breath when filch's footsteps echo in the corridor, his screams for us to "get back" echoing as well.

I breathe out a breath of relief, turn around quickly and slap him, hard.

He grabs his cheek, as if he was checking to see if there was a bruise. I close my eyes tightly "you—idiot" I whisper, a quiet whisper that he managed to hear. Oddly.

"Why would you do that? Why would you let yourself be befuddled by your anger? That's exactly what he wanted from you! That's what he expected from you Mattheo, now your probably gonna get suspended or in detention, or-or worse, expelled! All because of your anger that you couldn't control, you-you id-" It feels as if I had just been punched in the chest, like I've been hit in the head with a rock, and birds are flying around my head, and my stomach, my stomach is lit on fire, butterflies flying everywhere hitting every corner of my nervous system and it makes me want to laugh, and my face oh god my face is definitely red and I'm thanking Merlin that it's dark in here because I know I look as red as a tomato.

I forget about everything, about Tony, about the risks of Mattheo being expelled, I forget that he's kissing me, for a moment I let myself melt in his arms, let his lips melt into mine, his hands are in my hair and my hands are on his back, I want to pull back but I really, really don't

so...someone else does it for me.

"There you two are" filch smirks, "you both are in very big trouble" he almost laughs, I could see the food stuck in between his teeth making me vomit in my mouth, Mattheo smirks at me as he wipes his bottom lip with his thumb

pink lipgloss all over his lips.

pink lipgloss all over his lips.

pink lipgloss all over his lips.

pink lipgloss

all over

his lips.

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"We are very disappointed in you Mr. riddle" mcgonagoll says, "you have just put a poor, innocent boy in the hospital wing, you should feel ashamed of yourself" she looks at me, lips pressed together so hard that she could probably pull them off "-as for you! I'm disappointed you are apart of this act, you are, completely the main cause of this situation, running away like that was awfully stupid and inappropriate as well as dangerous!" I feel myself blushing, embarrassed and disappointed in myself.

Mattheo leans in his chair like he's been sitting here for hours and needed to find a comfortable position, "I'm sorry professor" I hear someone say, I bite my lips to make sure it wasn't me who had said it- "I'm not sure a sorry will fix it Miss Slytherin!" She takes in a breath and I can't comprehend the fact I just said sorry for something I'm absolutely not sorry for

Dumbledore walks in, head high, robe running after him on the floor, cleaning up the dust behind him. He nods at Minerva and she walks away, he turns around and begins to walk back to his office, I furrow my eyebrows, confused, very, very confused.

He turns his head "well are you two not coming?" Me and Mattheo look at each other, look back at dumbledore and stumble our way to him like lost pups.

I count the steps of stairs we walk up, bite my lip and fiddle with my fingers, unknowingly cracking them. Mattheo stares for too long, grabs my hand making my hairs go up, stares at me and nods, I nod back.

We enter his office and I can't help but stare around as if I've never been here before, but I have, unfortunately.

"Sit down, please" he says as if we are guests, me and Mattheo sit next to each other, and dumbledore takes a seat as-well. He looks at us, eyebrows raised

"A little further will do it" he smiles gently, me and Mattheo look at each other, stand up and move our chairs away from one another, sit back down and look at dumbledore, who doesn't seem amused.

He pulls out his wand mumbling a spell making my chair and me fly away, I struggle to keep balance on the chair as it wobbles back to balance I breathe in deeply, looking at Mattheo who was now further away from me, eyes suddenly worried and angry and jaw clenched so hard like if he releases it he will say very, very mean things.

Dumbledore smiles "that's better" we both look at him, confused and a tiny bit angry. "Now" he says "you two might be wondering why you're here"

"I'm sorry sir, it's just that he was bothering us and he said something highly offensive and it's not riddles fault sir it's mine it's my fault, I'm the reason Tony came to talk to us after all so mat-" I catch myself "-mr riddle shouldn't be in here because he didn't do anything wrong...sir." I bite down on my tongue so I don't say anything more than I just have

Dumbledore's eyebrows are up and he's playing with his wand like it's a pencil, "yes of course, Tony. Well there will be consequences to that action but nothing more than detention of course" he smiles, my eyebrows furrow "wait- so we're not suspended or... expelled?" suddenly I can find my heart beat again.

"No of course not" he laughs, Mattheo stands "so then if that's all we should definitely be going" he walks towards me until something pulls him back to his seat, I look around for someone, but see no one, no one pulled him back, no one but dumbledore's wand that's in his hand that pulled him back, his wand.

My mouth falls open, as if I were at the dentist and they told me to open as wide as I can. I shut my mouth immediately swallowing back the fear in my throat, the fear of what Mattheo may or may not do. The fear that's consuming me entirely.

I think back to how this all started, Tony. If he could've just left us alone and never said those irritating things then maybe Mattheo wouldn't have grabbed him and pushed him to the ground and punched him repeatedly until he barley had a pulse.

But then again, it's my fault for encouraging it. I should've pulled Mattheo away before tony had the chance to lay his eyes on him, to insult him, and then I think, why the bloody hell is he even here in the first place? Did his school get so sick of him that they kicked him out? Is this his ideal idea of revenge or of torturing me? Did my father send him to watch me?

Questions

Questions

Questions

Fill my head.

"Why exactly are we here?" Mattheo says, I snap my head up shaking out of my little world I had just created there.

"Well-" he starts before I cut in "-is it because of what happened in the cafeteria? Because we will do detention sir but other than that we haven't done anything wrong-" I look at Mattheo "-have we?" I question him, except I don't ask the question, that if he's done anything wrong, because that's what I really want to know. Maybe we're in here because Mattheo did something terribly stupid or stole one of professor snapes potions and snuck it into everyone's breakfast, but if I think about it, really think about it. Mattheo has been on excellent behaviour, he hasn't attempted to murder anyone, well except, yeah... but other than Tony he hasn't

He hasn't caused trouble, or pranked anyone or drank him self to sleep or buy drugs from some hufflepuff guy, he's actually been really good, he only drinks when it's the occasion, he's persistent in his classes, well the classes that we share. I don't know if he attends his other classes...

But he's been good, really good, and I'm starting to think that maybe this relationship might be good for him that he might actually stop being a murderous psychopath, a murderous psychopath that I keep trying to tell myself isn't a murderous psychopath but I know I would be lying, I know I'm lying to myself if I think that he isn't a little bit crazy, because he is. And I try hiding it from him, I try thinking that this isn't him, it's not his fault that this is all he's ever known. Or maybe I'm being sensitive and judgemental, because I've seen worse. I've seen way worse in someone else

"Miss Slytherin?" Dumbledore intrudes my thoughts, "hmm?" I mumble, realizing that they have been talking for at least 5 minutes about something that I wasn't listening nor at least trying to pay attention too.

"What do you think about it?" Dumbledore asks, "about what?" I touch my chin, swallow hard. Look at him and Mattheo.

"About this trip?" I completely have no idea of what trip he means and suddenly I feel like I can't breathe because I'm starting to panic, panic that it's a trip for troubled teenagers and that their sending us away to get beaten and taught a lesson for being such misfits.

"I think that you two will be perfect for it, considering the amount of chaos you can endure without going utterly, mentally insane" he smiles a tight rigid smile.

"No" Mattheo says standing up quickly and grabbing my arm, I stop him. Interested in what this little 'trip' may be, "what kind of trip are you talking about, sir?"

Mattheo glances at me in utter disbelief, like he cannot believe his eyes or that there's a ghost in front of him that he can see and no one else can "what are you doing?" He whispers loud enough for me to hear, "let's just hear him out" I say back, looking at Dumbledore as I wiggle my way out of his grasp, I walk to him, chin up and bag holding on for life on my shoulder, begging me to pull it up before it slips off, and so I do, I hold on to it as if I were hiding something in the bag from my mother and I didn't want her to grab it from me, but Dumbledore isn't my mother and my mother isn't here so I let go.

"This trip requires a lot of time... and it includes spying, and staying out of school for a few days" he walks down a stair I didn't know was there.

I back away, bumping into mattheo's chest, he grabs both of my arms, as if he's trying to protect me from an evil, evil monster.

"You will have to run, maybe even hide and possibly sacrifice a lot" he clears his throat, and my eyebrows furrow "I'm confused? Why us? why not Harry and Ron and hermione? We're no good for this 'trip'" I blink and wait for him to say that I'm right, that we're just two stupid teenagers who only cause problems where ever we go because that's all we're good for because we're exactly like our stupid parents.

"Well it's not them we need" mattheo's grip tightens around my arms and I could almost feel them bruising but maybe I'm over-exaggerating

"I-" he stops himself like he doesn't know if he can trust us or not, he looks at me and Mattheo. Features softening "you two are inseparable-" I can feel myself blushing, very, very hard "- I know I can trust you two for this, I wouldn't be offering you both this if I didn't know you would stick together."

Offer what? I want to ask because I'm so very confused, "but I'm confused, what trip? What will we do? And what is it for?" I feel mattheo's shaky breath on my neck, he feels anxious for some reason and I don't know why, I don't know if I should grab him and run out of here or hold his hand and tell him it's fine because it's just a silly little trip that means absolutely nothing.

But it feels like more than that, there's something someone isn't telling me and I want to know right now, at this very moment.

"This trip, it's-" he takes in a deep breath "It's not really, exactly a trip... it's more like a mission." A mission? What kind of fucking mission. I think I might be going insane because it is taking him way too long to tell me exactly what this mission is.

"We- I, i suspect something... something that has to do with you-know-who, and this triwizard tournament" if he's suspecting Voldemort to fuck this all up then he's probably (definitely) right but why tell the dark lords son, the one who probably already knew, or who would probably go tell Voldemort and ruin dumbeldores whole plain.

And why tell me, the daughter of a very loyal servant to Voldemort, that, that is what confuses me. I don't know if this is a set up to see if we are apart of his 'dark group,' apart of his evil plan to end every bit of humanity and goodness in this sick world

Or if maybe, just maybe he's stupid enough to think that we have no connections to Voldemort at all.

"We want... we want you both on our team."

those 9 words, are the ones that send me into a paralysis, into a panic attack mode.

How can I be a death eater and work with someone who Voldemort probably (definitely) wants dead, that would be considered betraying him.

It's hard enough to even be near him let alone be apart of his...'dark group'

But keep a secret from him? which he could definitely find out just from looking at me.

Just from looking into my eyes that would probably give it all away, and I want to scream so badly, because I hate having to be loyal to him and to be apart of his group, I hate it so much but I can't do anything about it.

He could kill me for it, or worse...

Kill Mattheo.

dayum..

what do you think dumbledore means guys🙃