Riddle Me This

Detention With Umbridge Pt. 1

TW: Abuse (Umbridge's detention, only for, like, ten seconds, though.)

"Madam Pomfrey, is she going to be okay?" I wanted to open my eyes, I wanted to tell Tania that I was fine. But I didn't.

"Miss Bulstrode inflicted a lot of damage on your friend," Madam Pomfrey said gently.

"When I get ahold of that mother fucking bi-" Draco snarled but was cut off quickly.

"Mattheo, can you go see if Taylor's awake? I think I heard something." Blaise asked quickly. I heard feet shuffling and I felt fingertips on my eyelids. I sighed into the warm touch.

"She's up. And listening to everything we say, no doubt." With this, I open my eyes and find a very pale, tired-looking Mattheo staring down at me.

What the fuck was wrong with him? He looked horrible.

He looked almost sorry. But this was Mattheo, he didn't give a fuck about anyone, let alone his worst enemy. Yet, he looked at me almost as if he cared. Which is stupid.

"You look awful, Mattheo." I joked.

"And you look like an utter rose," He responded, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, my Merlin, Taylor! We thought that horrible girl killed you. Even after you passed out, Milicent tried to keep punching you, she even started to fight Draco! Mattheo wouldn't let her within five feet of you, though." Octavia told me, grabbing my hand as she sat at the end of my bed.

Mattheo?

"I'm alright, promise. Does this mean I don't have to do detention with Umbridge?" I ask hopefully. Surely she wasn't that cruel.

"She actually added on to it for fighting. You now have a month of detention and Milicent got off with a warning." Blaise said, bitterly, shaking his head.

"Well, even though this is a cozy little reunion, my patient needs rest! One of you may stay, the rest of you need to leave." She said, turning to go back to her magical medical cabinet.

Surprisingly, everyone fought for it. Except for Mattheo, who spoke up over everyone.

"We should talk about this outside so we don't anger Madam Pomfrey. Or else she might make all of us leave." He ushered everyone out of the wing, keeping everyone in front of him, once Octavia had gone through, everyone but Mattheo was out of the ward, he swiftly shut the door in their faces, leaving them banging on the door.

"That wasn't very nice, Mr. Riddle," I tease, earning myself a glare from him.

"They were getting on my nerves, you had to have been getting a headache, too." He said, plopping himself into the chair beside my bed.

"Alright, fine. They were getting annoying." I give up, chuckling. We sat there in silence for a moment. It was nice, no fighting, no yelling. It was peaceful.

"Okay, I think the coast is clear. I'm going to leave." He said, getting up and out of the chair. Even though he was a year above me and an absolute asshole, I couldn't help but be turned on by him.

"Wait. Stay," I said, kicking myself internally.

"Why?" He asked, smirking. Not gonna lie, it totally turned me on even more than I already was.

"Because I don't want to be alone,"

Because I want to fuck you.

"Oh? Well then, if I stay, you have to fake date me for a few months." He said, grinning.

I almost choked on my own air.

"D-date you?" I stammer, hating myself for it. He chuckled.

"Fake date." He corrected, "My father has been getting on my nerves saying how embarrassing it is to have a sixteen-year-old son who doesn't have a steady girlfriend. And of course, we would have to make it believable." He said, winking at me.