He grabbed my waist and pushed me against the wall. I felt like I couldn't breathe. It was that guy again. The tall, platinum blonde, boy that I only ever saw passing in the halls or in the Slytherin common room. He kissed all over my neck and down to my collarbone. He stopped leaving my anxious for more. He walked over to his bed and...
"Buzz, Buzz, Buzz!"
was that his phone?
"Buzz, Buzz, Buzz!"
No, that sounded more like...
"MY ALARM!" I jolted awake. "I'm late! Shit." I checked my phone, it read 7:35AM. Fuck, I was supposed to be ready by 8:00. I grab my clothes and robe and speed to the bathroom. I'm almost to the bathroom, when I trip over my little brother, Mark. "What the Fuck Mark?!" I harshly whisper at him while standing up. "Mom told me to wake you up, but looks like you're already awake sooo, I'd hurry. She's getting hangry." He said back, sounding annoyed. "Fine, tell her I'll be ready in 10." I rub his hair and walk past him. He's always been tall for his age but he's almost as tall as me at 11. I finally get to the bathroom, quickly brush my teeth and hair, wash my face, and get dressed. I have to wear a white, short sleeve button-up shirt with black leggings, and my personal favorite, a green, plaid skirt. After I'm dressed, something feels wrong. "Shit, I forgot my tie." I run back to my room, grab my Slytherin tie, quickly tie it, and hurry to the living room. My mom stands in the kitchen waiting for my to greet her. "Good morning, mom." She wants her kids to have good manners, but none of her children actually use their "manners." "Good morning, (y/n). Come, sit and eat some food before we leave." "Of course, mom." I say with a very forced smile. I'm too tired for this nice bullshit. That dream isn't leaving my mind. Who was that guy? Why does he look so familiar? "So are you exited for your first day of 6th year, darling?" My dad asks, trying to be polite. "Yea, I guess. I can't wait to see Pansy again." Pansy and I have been friends since 1st year. I was usually "the loner type" most of the time, but she was nice enough and she's really my only friend. "I haven't talked to her all summer break though, so seeing her and getting to catch up should be nice." "Oh, that's wonderful darling," my mother said, "write and tell me how her family is doing. The Parkinson's are such lovely people. Please excuse my language but, they have the same values as we do when it comes to those filthy mudbloods." My mother talked about mudbloods, half-bloods, and even squibs like they were trash that didn't deserve to be able to practice magic. I do not have the same values as most other Slytherins do, they are all for a purely pureblood Hogwarts. So far, every one in my family has been placed in Slytherin (except for my great uncle, but we don't talk about him), surely my brother, who will be in his 1st year this year, will be too. With his attitude, there's no doubt. After we all finish breakfast and finish getting ready, we finally get our stuff (and ourselves) in the car and head to Platform 9 3/4.
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Daddy Issues ✨{Smut and Trigger Warning}
Fiksi PenggemarI looked up and again there was Mattheo's gaze. He wasn't so bad him self. He has a pretty face, an amazing jawline, he's fit and muscular, and like Draco, his veins showing. You know now that I think of it, he's pretty hot. "Ella," Mattheo said sna...
