Deeply Attracted ; {M.R}

CHAPTER 21: FRIENDS

It's keeping me awake... For several nights already I think about him and it troubles my mind. I shouldn't feel that way — I couldn't. Especially not for someone like him.

I've had many headaches the last days — my thoughts bubbling over. And I feel like I cannot talk to anyone about it. How could I?

Images appear in my head. Of him; his appearance. I imagine his voice. His smell.

And they're getting worse. I dream about him at night — about the way he kissed me. And every single time I see his glance at me afterwards. It was the only time I felt like his facade had worn of at least for a moment. Where actual emotions got reflected in his face — his eyes.

Oh, his eyes. I sigh. "Don't think about it, don't think about it.", I whisper to myself, holding my temples.

It's past midnight. And again I haven't been able to sleep yet. I've tried for hours but it's torture. Whenever I close my eyes his devilish smirk comes to my mind. As if he'd be right in front of my face.

Maybe it's another one of his games. Or his tricks. I mean, he's a Riddle. He could possibly do anything, right?

Speak to me in my mind, have a bloody connection with me in some way, seduce me, poison me, kill me.

No boundaries. He probably has no idea about anything like this. Maybe never heard of it.

Psychopath — just as I always say.

Probably even a mass murderer like his dad — Voldemort. Oh, bloody hell. I haven't even considered this the last few days. I have a thing for Voldemort's son.

And even if he's not a murderer yet, he will be in no time. No later than Voldemort's death.

I groan. Headache. Again.

I slowly get up, steadying myself so that my headache doesn't worsen even more and walk to the window.

Holding back the curtains, I look outside onto the Black Lake. It's beautiful.

The moon light reflects on it's surface. And it seems so peaceful — no birds flying anymore, the sky clear as the water, stars shining down, no wind whistling around the castles' walls. Neither moving the trees.

Oh, I could use that peace now. No worries, no images in my head, no headaches... no feeling of guilt.

She sleeps, deeply. Tears prick in my eyes as I think about what I've done to her, Chiara. I'm her best friend. She's supposed to trust me or at least be able to. I walk into the bathroom and lean onto the sink before looking up into the mirror.

Dark circles around my eyes. I look exhausted and tired. Obviously, because I am.

What am I supposed to do? I just want to sleep. I just want to rest. I need rest.

A break. Maybe I can light the fire place downstairs. Fire crackling usually calms me and lets me sleep better.

I walk to the dorm door tiptoeing, not wanting to wake Chiara. I sneak down the stairs and hear a quiet melody echoing up from the common room. They're soft and gentle. Someone's playing piano down there.

The lights are out, except this one student playing piano no one's down here but me and him or her.

It comes from the back of the room. I reach the bottom of the stairs and notice a wavering light around the corner where the piano stands.