💫Darke💫 Magic

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I can't like Riddle, he just got here. And I love Draco. But the way Mattheo looks at me. The way he smirks. The way we're mean to each other, but we don't mean it. It has me mesmerized.

And last week, we were joking about Snape, and he gave me this laugh from across the table. Oh that laugh.

"Raiden!" Draco yells at me.

"What? Yeah?" I ask, snapping away from my thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks.

"Nothing, why?" I ask.

He looks deep into my eyes. "No reason," He shrugs. What does he know? There's nothing to know. Me and Mattheo are nothing. I have known him for 3 months, we're friends, that's all.

"Pansy just said you and Riddle-"

"You're believing Parkinson now?" I ask.

"She's never lied before," He snaps.

I look around his room. Everytime he hits me, it's in here. This room scares me. Hitting me is a weekly thing now. Everytime we argue he hits me, or slaps me, or says shit that he knows hurts me.

"And I have?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.

"Have you?" He growls.

"No!" I object.

"Riddle is stealing my best friend and now my girlfriend?" Draco exclaims.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I yell back.

"Pansy said you had sex with him!"

"I haven't even had sex with you!"

"Exactly!" He screams, his voice breaking as he approaches me.

"I didn't have sex with Theo," I state.

"Now he has a nickname?" He exclaims.

"Draco you're such a jealous pussy!" I yell, pushing him away, tears rolling down my cheeks. Everytime we talk, it feels like a little bit of my heart chips away.

"You're a brat!"

"Bitch!"

"Ugly pig!"

I back away, scoffing, "Wow Malfoy,"

"Calling me Malfoy again?" He asks, looking at my angrily.

"You called me an ugly pig!"

He rolls his eyes. "Why is everyone yelling?" Blaise asks, walking in.

"No, Blaise, you should get away, before Malfoy thinks I'm having sex with you, too," I reply, shoulder checking Draco as I exit.

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Draco's POV:

"Shit, Mate, she's calling you Malfoy again?" Blaise asks me.

"I fucking guess so," I scoff.

She's always all over everyone, especially Riddle. And I'm not blind, I know he's attractive. And now he's friends with Tate, and Blaise? Riddle's always have a reason. So, what's his?

"What did you do?" Blaise asks, sitting next to me.

"Nothing!" I exclaim, "She's pissed because Pansy told me she was having sex with Riddle!"

"They aren't having sex," Blaise chuckles.

"Well, I know that now," I mutter, "And I called her an ugly pig,"

"You better get her an I'm sorry gift," Blaise says.

"Yeah," I agree.

Raiden comes back in. "I need my bag," She says. I go to give her a hug, but she flinches away, almost falling to the ground.

"What the fuck," Blaise says, "do you fucking hit her, Malfoy?"

I bite the inside of my mouth, shaking my head.

"Liar," Raiden mumbles.

"Malfoy- You're kidding. Tell me you don't actually hit her?"

"No, I don't," I argue.

"Fuck you, Malfoy," Raiden exclaims, pulling up her jeans a little to reveal bruises. Bruises I've caused.

"We're done, Malfoy, for good." Raiden says.

"No, Rae- you don't mean it," I say.

"Oh, I do," She smiles, walking out, tears running from her eyes.

I follow her out, Blaise following after me.

"It's for Riddle, isn't it?" I yell to her as we enter the common room. Mattheo stands up from his laying down position on the couch.

"No, Malfoy! It's because you hit me! And because you're jealous! And because you don't trust me! Shall I go on? Because there's plenty more," She rants, hatred in her eyes.

"I can't be without you." I state, walking closer to her and grabbing her hands. She shoves me away.

"He hits her?" Riddle asks Blaise. I zone them out.

"You're gonna have to learn how." She sneers.

"You promised this wouldn't happen!" I yell.

"We both made promises we couldn't keep," She says coldly, keeping her voice quiet.

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Raiden's POV:

"We both made promises we couldn't keep," I say, more tears coming out of my eyes. I look over to Mattheo, but before I can object...