Falling for a Riddle ( Mattheo Riddle ff - fanfiction)

Talk to me

Amelia

I feel my breathe being caught on my throat. I can hear my heart beat in my ears. Suddenly my breathing stops and I hunch over. I try my hardest to breathe as I hear a muffled shout above me.

" Mia ? are you okay ? breath Mia, breathe ?"

I shake my head to indicate my difficulty to breathe as I feel someone grab my shoulders and walk me out. As soon as we leave the room of requirement I stop and hold the wall for support. I feel a comforting hand around my shoulder as tears stream down my eyes. Someone pushes what seems to be a cup of water to me and as I take a big sip I look up and notice Draco hunched next to me as Tom and Hermione are watching me with horrified looks etched on their faces.

" Mia are you okay ?" Draco asks kindly this time as Hermione ushers Tom away much to Toms' annoyance.

" I'm fine " I say wiping any more residing tears. Obviously in vain as more tears spill out taking their place.

" What's wrong ? you had a panic attack right there " he said carefully.

My tear stained face couldn't bring myself to say it but I stutter the words out, " Draco I- I... like M- Mattheo " I sobbed crying in to Draco's robe. I feel him tense up and his spine stiffen. After a few seconds he wraps his hands around me and hugs me. 

" It's.... It's okay " he says as he strokes my hair.

" You don't- don't know... how I... it feels D- Draco " I sob as I feel him stop for a second but he eventually just hugs me and speaks to me softly, " actually, I know exactly how it feels. For someone you care about to not reciprocate the same feelings to you ? I know that feeling all to well " he says as he finally lets me go.

That's when I notice the slight burn marks on his robes. He follows my gaze down to his robes but shakes his head in an effort to say that I shouldn't worry about it.

" Do you want to leave ?" he asks me softly crouching a little to get on my level.

" No... no I'll just... I need some fresh air " I say smiling through the tears. He smiles at me softly before covering me using his jacket and walking away.

~ Quidditch pitch ~

It's too late to be here. I can hardly see as I take a seat on the bleachers and calm down.

An entire panic attack over a boy. The son of Voldemort no less. 

I cover my face with my hands and try to ignore the ringing in my ears. The whoosh sounds in my ears become so close I can't ignore the irritation it causes.

I stand up for no more than a second to leave when something from the dark speeds up in m direction almost knocking me over.

" Arrrchghghghhhhhhhh " I scream as suddenly whatever is flying in my direction is caught and I meet my rescuers brown chocolate eyes.

" Well well Dolohov, you and I have a knack for bumping in to each other " Oliver said smirking as he held on to what seemed like a bludger, he held it in a cross position over his chest as an attempt to make sure it didn't try to escape.

" Bumping ? Bumping ? Wood, that thing almost killed me " I yelled feeling my heart race inside my chest. Oliver gave me a husky smile before dismounting his broom and putting the struggling bludger in to the ball chest.

" My greatest apologies in that case " Oliver said almost suffocating himself but holding his laughter. It died down a little when he took a good look at me .

" Were you crying ?" he asked cocking his head down to get a better look of my face.

He cupped my face in his hands and raised my face as new tears formed in my eyes.