I knew the moment I first kissed him, that he would condemn me, that I would drag myself through broken glass for him. I just was not sure if he would stay long enough to pull the jagged pieces out.
I never imagined that instead, he would push the...
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It was time to leave Hogwarts.
I sat with slouched shoulders, staring at my unappetizing breakfast with discontent. Staying in the castle had filled me with a false sense of security and comfort, being surrounded by friends had filled me with hope and I knew I should not have been this careless and definitely should not have gotten as attached to the place as I was. I realised that the real part of my mission would start today when I would have Riddle away from everyone for whole three weeks, where he was foredoomed to reveal his treacherous and devious facade. And possibly murder me.
"Would you quit looking at your food like it has personally offended you?"
I rose my head to look at Antoine Rosier whose hand was slung around a new Ravenclaw girl. The latter was staring around with doe eyes, as if in disbelief that she was sitting at a Slytherin table. It was quite an uncommon sight to see Slytherins allowing outsiders into their territory, however, we all knew in Antoine's case it was a temporary thing. He liked to change his women as often as he liked changing his expensive scarves. Every day.
The girl had no idea of course. Rosier had a certain way with words, and that along with his charms were enough to lure people right into his bed.
I huffed before answering the wizard. "I am not... overly thrilled to be spending my vacation with Satan himself," I replied gloomily, and it seemed Antoine instantly knew who I was referring to.
Rosier snorted, though his gaze was sympathetic. "Well, cannot blame you, darling. If you wish, you are more than welcome to spend your nights at the Rosier Manor." The girl scowled at his suggestive tone, eyes narrowing with anger as she grabbed his arm.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She spat, her fingernails digging into his skin. "Is she supposed to be some kind of poor replacement for me?"
This caused me to raise my eyebrows in mock disbelief, and I was about to retort when Walburga beat me to it, seemingly as exasperated as I was about Rosier's womanizing habits. "And they said Revanclaws are supposed to be smart." She muttered with a roll of her eyes. "Do yourself a favour and leave. You are delusional if you think Rosier is interested in anything other than what is beneath your skirt."
Her expression turned sour and she held on to the wizard's hand with a death grip, face turning a deep shade of scarlet. Her eyes flickered towards me, and all I could offer her was an indifferent shrug. In a sense, I did feel bad for her, after all, she was being used and tossed aside like an invaluable thing, however, Rosier's reputation was no secret, therefore she should have known what she was getting herself into. "She is trying to help you," I said while pointing my fork at Wal. "I mean does he even remember your name?"
