Cigarettes [Mattheo Riddle]

four

[author's note:- i'm sorry but there won't be smut in this, i have no experience lmao and feel uncomfortable writing it. sorry i know im going to lose people for this. this story will be more romantic and soft, not sexual. let's imagine mattheo is waiting till marriage or something.]

i couldn't even remember what had happened the day before. my mind was hazy, and the mild taste of strawberry, but it was tangy, told me i had clearly got wasted. it's humiliating, i can get wasted so easily. one drink, and i'm gone.

i felt so groggy that i went to madam pomfrey and got some medicine. it also seemed i had started my period. great.

i walked back to my next class, my curls brashly tangled, and walked into divination. a few students were there already.
"ah, miss lestrange, welcome, welcome, take a seat!" trelawney waved flamboyantly towards a table with neville and luna.
i smiled weakly and walked cautiously to the table.
"i'm so sorry, luna, i can guess what happened." i whispered.
she shook her head and looked at me kindly, "all i did was put you in your bed, cedric carried you from the corridor."
"cedric? how is it he always helps me?"
"he's nice." neville chipped in.

"broaden your minds. awaken your inner eye!" trelawney exclaimed encouraging us to pretend that we could see our futures. divination was such a faff. such a waste of time, resources..

i heard harry, ron and hermione being harassed by trelawney. suddenly, she screamed and told harry he had the grin?

"the grin? what's the grin?" i heard seamus finnigan ask loudly.
"not the grin, you idiot, the grim." another voice replied.
i looked at harry and he looked horrified.

"it's among one of the darkest omens in our world.. an omen of death." i heard neville whimper beside me and i grabbed his hand to comfort him.

the class seemed tense. luckily, we all left since it was the end of class.

i felt shocked, and scared, so i couldnt even imagine what harry was thinking.

i awaited my next lesson, i was early. i laughed to myself quietly, it was a change being early.

i heard light footsteps and turned my head. that familiar, but so mysterious, guy was approaching. as he looked at the floor, as he walked, his curls bounced. he brushed his lip gently with his thumb and returned that hand into his pocket. he walked straight past, and into the classroom.
funny, he normally skips all lessons. i heard loud arguing, with snape and mattheo, and then mattheo ran out and looked angry.
it seemed heat plainly evaporated from him. he seemed murderous.

"mattheo?" i quietly called. he stopped. i awaited him to talk to me, but he turned around and frowned at me.
i opened my mouth to speak, to ask why he was arguing with snape, but he raised his index finger to his mouth to tell me to shut up, and I immediately did.

i headed into potions, confused, and took my seat.
i turned over to blaise and he was smirking at me. fuck. i had asked him to the dance, hadnt i? okay, well, its not that bad..

i started making the potion, an ageing potion.
i made it successfully, and left.

i was walking to the great hall, when i was abruptly shoved into a classroom.
i turned around, catching myself, as i almost fell over from the force.

mattheo was leaning against the door. he was chewing gum aggressively.

"what did you hear?" he snarled.
"nothing, murmuring." i said weakly.
"lestrange." he lowered his voice to a raspy tone.

"i didn't, i didn't hear anything." i stammered. i felt like a cornered puppy. i backed away and backed into a table.
"why are you so scared?" he laughed.
i felt so embarrassed. "you just shoved me into a classroom? i feel like you're going to-"