Evil game,
A not so perfect love story,
Filled with betrayal, hate, and guilt.
There is triggering content most of it has warning read with caution though .
Here are some things I need to say before you all read!!
I do not own Mattheo Riddle or...
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Warning this chapter contains Mature content
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I laid next to mattheo, i turned on my side and just stared at him. He glanced at me and smiled. "Your staring." He chuckled, "I'm aware." I was about to turn on my back when he snaked his arm around my waist holding me in place turning his body to face me.
He cupped my cheek and ran his thumb across my bottom lip. "Are you gonna leave?" I asked in a whispered tone. "No." He stared into my eyes as he spoke. I put my hand on the back of his neck pulling him in closer before crashing my lips onto his....
My eyes opened as I sat up breathing heavily, I looked around confused.
It took me a minute to snap out of it, realize where I was. I laid back down closing my eyes.
It was just a dream.
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"Are you ever gonna take a break?" Hermione asked sitting down next to me. "No, not now. I know where he is I just need a plan." She leaned closer to me looking down at the papers on the desk. "What's the problem? You have the lay out of the building." She gave me a confused look. "They have security, I just don't know how much of it they have." I was trying to make more sense with my words but it's hard to explain. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Yeah, can you go up to my room and grab the wooden box on my dresser?" I asked with a smile. "Yeah ofcourse." She got up, "oh and don't open it." She nodded and walked away.
HERMIONES POV;
Why the fuck wouldn't she want me to open it? That just makes me more curious.
I opened her door and walked inside, I saw the box as soon as I stepped through the door way. I was about to pick it up but stopped.
I could just take a peak. I shrugged to myself and opened the box a little.
"I mean what the fuck." I mumbled as I stared down at a box filled with muggle explosives and potions.
Has she gone mad?!
Y/N'S POV;
Hermione sat the box done next to me, I looked up at her and then down at it.
The opening has a different lining, she opened it.
"I told you not to open it." I set down one of the folders. "I didn't-." "The opening has a different lining, you opened the box." I got up and opened it Myself.
