The riddle - y/n x Mattheo

Chapter 30

My body froze and the air felt sticky.

"We have to hide" Blaise drags my cold hand and we run up all the stairs to the tower.

"What about Jacob" I mutter in fear.

"He's hiding in the library, everyone is trying hide except from the golden trio group" He says taking a deep breath.

"What's that" I gulp and the dark shadow near the balcony.

I back up as Blaise mutters a spell to reveal itself.

"Woah calm down it's me!" Elijah stands up straight.

"You idiot you scared us" Blaise pants lightly.

We hear a thud near the stairs and Elijah grabs onto me.

"Let go" I mumble.

He does and latches onto Blaise instead.

There was another thud and we all glanced at the staircase.

Deatheaters. 2.

"Oh god" I panick.

"Phae mi!" Blaise squeals out.

It came closer.
Why wasn't it working?

"Phae mi, phae mi, phae mi!" Blaise flinches out as it came face to face to him, an inch away.

Then it got shot back and slammed into the wall causing it to fall out the balcony/terrace.

"I did it!" He says.

I look at the deatheater next to me and step forward.

"Ph-" I start.

"You are the marked one?" The deatheaters voice came out deeply.

"What" Me and Blaise say at the same time in confusion. 

"My apologies. The marked one" The deatheater opened it's cloak and black smoke swirled around his figure.

Then he vanished. 

"Mark.." My fingers lingered on my body.

"What if the 'mark' protects you from evil?" Blaise's eyes widen.

Before I had a chance to reply, we heard a scream. From Jacob.

"We have to split up! Remember the spell" I say seriously.

"Right. Phae mi-" He says.

I get pushed against the wall tightly and I lightly groan in pain.

"Sorry!" He says wincing and running down the stairs.

I huff and run down.

I see Hermione and Ron fighting a few deatheaters and I slip my body into the slytherin commen room and shut the door.

I turn and scan the area. Nobody here I guess.

I let out a shaky breath and then suddenly a hand snakes around my waist, the other locks onto my lips and my muffled shouts are no help.

Then I feel the familiar cold rings touching my waist and traveling down my inner thigh.

"It's me darling. It's okay baby" His lips press onto my earlobe and his other hand trails from my lips to my neck, he chokes me lightly and smirks against my collar bone.

God.

"Mattheo you're okay?" I turn and pull him into a tight hug.

He chuckles and wraps his arms around me.