Raiden Darke and Draco Malfoy began their friendship in year one. Raiden, well, she gets along with everyone and is proud to call most of Slytherin house her friends. but Draco? Oh, Draco gets along with nobody except Raiden, Blaise, and gets on a l...
Mattheo and Blaise drag me back to my dorm. "Show Theo the bruises," Blaise says as we enter. Tate is on my bed, sitting criss cross and trying to figure out why Blaise rushed him awake.
"I dunno-" I say, thinking back to where the bruises are placed, my upper thighs, stomach, and chest.
"Strip," Mattheo orders, his eyes focused on mine. The fight was pretty insane, Mattheo's nose is bloodied up in the bridge and he's covered in blood. What a dumbass. Draco definitely won. But Mattheo didn't try too hard.
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I turn away from them both, my face burning red as I take off my shirt. There are bruises on my back, too.
I turn and look at them. Blaise is covering his mouth, tears boiling over his eyes. Mattheo looks angry, so angry, his teddy bear eyes peirce into my soul as he looks at me. Tate's jaw is on the floor.
"Your legs?" Mattheo asks. I slowly nod.
Taking off my pants, I avoid all of their gazes. There's scars from my self harm on my thighs along with bruises Draco's caused.
Blaise bursts into tears. I stay looking at the ground, but I see Mattheo begin to pace. Tate comes up to me, hugging me as I look up at him.
"Why didn't you tell us, Rae?" Tate asks.
"I'm good guys, honestly," I say, forcing a smile.
Blaise, still in tears, walks over and hugs me as well. I catch Mattheo's eyes one last time before he storms out of the room. I go to go after him, but Blaise touches my shoulder, shaking his head. I nod and continue to hug them.
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"I'm sorry, Rae, if you could forgive me-" Draco starts as he walks toward me. Tate puts an arm around me, shaking his head.
A tear trails down my cheek. "I'm ok," I tell myself. I love Draco Lucius Malfoy. How do I live without him?
I continue to walk to breakfast. "I'm gonna eat with the twins, ok?" I say to Tate.
"Have fun, George is definitely into you," Tate smiles, wiggling his eyebrows. How the fuck do I even think about dating anyone else? I've only ever really been with Malfoy.
"Hey," I smile, sitting next to George, Fred is across from us.
"Hey," They say in unison.
"What's wrong? You look sad," George asks.
"Me and Draco broke up," I admit, giving a weak smile.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Fred says.
"Yeah," George agrees, "what happened?"
"He thought I was cheating on him, and we've been fighting a lot lately, usually ending up in physical violence," I try to lessen the situation.
"He hit you?" Fred exclaims.
I ignore him, "and I finally got tired of it,"
They both nod understandably. George gives me a comforting hug. No, Raiden. You aren't crying today.
I pull away and smile. "I'm above it all," I smile.
"Hell yeah you are," George smiles.
"I know what you're under," Fred winks.
"What?" I laugh.
"Mattheo Riddleee," He chimes.
I smile a little, "eh, his father would probably kill me as soon as he met me, being Tom Riddle and all,"
"Yeah," Fred laughs, "you still wish,"
I bit my lip. No, I don't like Mattheo. He's just always on my mind. And I wish his hands were- oh shit. I like Mattheo.
