riddle

CHAPTER 14

TW: ED

Me and Hermione enter the crowded hall hand in hand which encourages a lot of second glances from people. I let go of her hand and give her a peck on the cheek. She blushes at my boldness and makes her way over to a seat at the gryffindor table where I see Harry shooting daggers at me with his glare.

I ignore him and walk over to the slytherin table then take a seat next to Blaise. "Hey Riddle" he greets me cheerfully with a smile that reaches his eyes. "What's up Zabini?" I reply, matching his enthusiasm and find myself immersed in a conversation about quidditch.

I push Blaise's non-stop babbling to the back of my head and glance over at Hermione. She's sat at the table with her head down, not eating. She has a full plate in front of her and Harry and Ron are oblivious of her as they completely exclude her from their conversation. She looks up and sees me staring.  Then she gets up and walks out of the hall without a second glance. Strange.

I haven't seen Draco all lunch but he's probably avoiding me from what happened yesterday.

Hermione's POV

I look up from my misery just to see Raven's green eyes glaring right at me. Suddenly I stand up, feeling a sense of nausea and run to the toilets. I enter one of the cubicles and get on my knees. I hold back my hair and wait for the sick to come. The thought of eating disgusts me and the result of that is sitting here every day awaiting the burning feeling in my throat as the bile rises.

I'm looking a lot skinnier and I hope no one has noticed. The last thing. I'd want is people worrying over me.

Raven's POV

Lunch commences and I look around the school for Hermione. After looking for an hour I decide that she went back to her room and I'm to tired to go there. I enter my dorm and thankfully Pansy has chosen to actually attend her lessons for once in her life, or she's. fucking Draco, which seems more likely.

Wait. My mind races as I put the pieces together. Hermione wasn't eating. She's been looking a lot skinnier and brittle. She's hurting, I can see it now. I fall onto my knees and start to whimper. How could I not see before.

"What a satisfying picture, you on your knees" I look up from my miserable state and see Draco standing above me, eyes like stone. He looks rougher somehow and dark shadows circle his eyes. He's tired and it's obvious from just one glance at him. His usually combed hair looks dishevelled and messy and his hands are resting inside his black dress pants pockets.

"Go away Draco" I say.  "I want to be alone". "But no one cares what I want, do they?" He sneers with a fake frown to accompany his statement. But from the state of him I find myself genuinely concerned. "What do you want then?" I ask. "Suck my dick" he demands. That was not the answer I was expecting. "What the fuck Draco!? You're sick, you're really sick!" I repeat and shove him out the door. "Guess I'll just go and find  Pansy" he says slyly and gives me a blood-curdling smirk.

If he wants a reaction, he'll have to look somewhere else.

I don't need him.