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...
"You know you're gonna be ok, right?" Enzo asks. I look at him, tears filling my eyes.
"I hope I will be," I smile.
"I see the way Draco looks at you," He smiles softly, "And Mattheo,"
I look down to hide my pink cheeks.
"Avada Kedavra!" I look up and a bright green light is surrounding Enzo. "No!" I scream, straining my voice. My heart rips away from its cage and plops onto a hand right in front of me.
"Love makes you weak." Mattheo says as I look up.
"Mattheo-" I say, grabbing onto his arm as my heart beats slower and slower in his hands.
"Goodnight, Juliet," He smiles.
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I jolt up in a cold sweat. I calm my breathing and look up, meeting dark brown eyes. He's been in here every night for an entire month. Somehow, his presence makes me feel better. Sometimes, he's awake. But usually, he's out cold.
He hasn't touched me since Bellatrix. He barely looks at me. Yet, here he is in my bedroom, silently sleeping in the corner as if he's a guardian angel. It's weird because when I wake in the morning, he's always gone. As if he was never even there.
"You doing ok?" Mattheo speaks up.
"No," I say, fingering through my hair.
"What was this one about?" He asks.
"You and Enzo," I shrug.
"Did I kill you again?" He questions.
"Ripped my heart out." I reply, meeting his eyes once more.
"Sorry," He mutters, looking down, away from me.
"Why don't you look at me anymore?" I ask.
"I do," He replies.
"Not like you used to," I say plainly.
"I'll never look at you the way I used to." He states.
"Ever since you touched my mark-" I start.
"I'm not like Malfoy. I'm not gonna hurt you repetitively," He scowls.
I stay silent, braiding a front piece of my hair.
"It didn't even hurt-" I argue.
"You were crying." He cuts in.
"Bellatrix-"
"And me." He doesn't look as if it's up for discussion.
"I'm not mad." I comment.
"I know," He agrees.
I sigh. "So will you come here?" I plead, I want someone to cuddle again.
"No." He says it as if he's offended I'd even offer.
I stick my bottom lip out. He rolls his eyes and stands, walking over to me. I prepare myself for the burn.
"You're preparing yourself." He says.
"Come here, Romeo," I say, ignoring him.
He slowly gets into bed and I throw the covers over him. "Only for a moment," he says, yawning.
After about 2 minutes, he stands, leaving.
"Theooo," I complain.
He looks at me, a serious look on his face.
"I've lost everything." He says, "and I can't lose you."
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"You're not going to," I say.
"I'll make sure of it." He adds, exiting through the door.
I stare at the ceiling for the rest of the night. Am I still in love with Mattheo?
