Mattheo Riddle (professor) x Geneva potter (you)
(DISCONTINUED. a new story)
Geneva potter the sister of Harry Potter she attended Hogwarts she was normal and had a normal life.
Until the Dark Lords son is the new D.A.D.A teacher.
It starts out a...
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Continued... i turned around slowly my eyes landing on him.
"oh jesus" i jumped. closing my eyes. i heard him sigh. "have you never saw someone half naked?" he laughed
"it's no appropriate to see your prof—"
he cut me off
"oh my lord. open your eyes potter" i did as he told me. so see him with a towel wrapped around his lower hip. seeing his v-line. my eyes travel his body. six pack... wet curly hair... water running down his body.
watching him look for clothes to wear.
"are you coming to the great hall for new years ?" i asked him quietly, walking over to his bed and sitting on the edge, so close that i could possibly fall off
he scoffed "no."
"why ?"
"because i don't have time for silly stuff like that" he still didn't make eye contact, like i wasn't even there.
"it's not silly" i huffed
"what do you want potter ? why are you even here... bothering me" he whispered the last part under his breath
he walked out of his closet and stood in front of me, i stood up, looked at my watch
it beeped
12:00am
"oh would you look at that" i said, smiling, he looked at my watch, his eyes widened
i quickly stood on my tippy toes and gave him a peck on the lips.
he pushed me away from him, that made me fall back onto his bed.
"this is not right potter" he shook his head in disappointment looking away from me in disgust
a look of pity washed over his face, staring right into my soul, making a pouty face like he was mocking me or something like that
"someone has a crush" he smiled
he continued
"too bad because i will never love or like you" i didn't know how to feel about his words. i just laid back on my elbows. staring at him.
"you make me wanna throw up, love" he grinned and walked away.
now that made me upset. was i ugly ? i snapped out of my thoughts.
"you make me want to throw up !" i snapped at him standing up, walking furiously over to him. only a few inches apart from his bare back
he turned around and looked at me, his clothes laying on his bed, the bathroom light, lighting up the room. his cold gaze locked on mine
"awe did i hurt your feelings ?" still grinning, teasing me, seeing how far i can go until i snap again
"no ! you know why you make me want to throw up ..." i hissed at him.
"sure love let's see what excuse you have this time" he rolled his eyes, his grin wiped off his face like it wasn't real
"your ugly from the inside and out. you are a monster. you kill people. you torture people. you are just like your dad !" i didn't control what i said in that very moment. just saying that out of pure anger
his expression changed. but it was unreadable. i didn't know if he was, hurt, didn't care, or was over me and would kill me in that very moment
"leave." still showing an un readable expression, his voice was cold, his eyes were cold too, his black eyes staring at the door.
i turned around and left him there alone.
feeling like i won.
i wonder why he didn't kill me in that very moment. why. why. why. he is so confusing. he makes me have a headache. walking to the common room to hang out with my friends.
what happened earlier playing over and over in my head. his cold gaze, his unreadable expression, his bare back, his abs, his v-line, his wet curly hair, and why didn't he kill me ?
and my task i gave myself. to make him fall in love with me.
and after that. i knew it would be hard. because i let my emotions take over. my stupid emotions
