Cigarettes [Mattheo Riddle]

seventeen

blaire's hazy eyes adjusted to the dark slytherin room. rolling her head, she saw someone laying beside her. his dark curls, long eyelashes, and his elegant appearance.
blaire gained the feeling of ecstasy at the mere thought she got to wake up next to him - but then she rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom.

the reflection stared back at her tiredly, her curls messy and knotted, her under eyes black and sunken, and her skin blemished. with a groan, she turned on the tap and found an unused toothbrush and brushed her teeth. she then cleaned her face. looking toward the shower, blaire stepped behind the glass screen and looked at the shower gel bottles. "mahogany, pine and rain." she read aloud, twisting off the cap and smelling it. riddle in a bottle.

blaire left the bathroom, and rummaged for her clothes. "where are my damn clothes?" she muttered, lifting piles of clothes, as mattheo murmured.
"riddle!" she raised her voice, throwing his clothes everywhere.

"god's sake, there's joggers and t shirts in the wardrobe." he groaned, burrowing his head in his pillow. blaire got some grey joggers and a black tshirt and dressed herself. when turning to mattheo, she saw him sitting against his headboard, smirking at her.
"what?"
"where are you going?" mattheo raised an eyebrow.
"somewhere. breakfast, i guess." blaire replied bluntly, leaving the room.

                                     *~*~
blaire entered the great hall and felt strange. she had a doubt in her stomach, eating at her. "are you okay, blaire?" luna asked, offering her a piece of buttered toast.
"i feel strange." without thinking, blaire had a vision.

snape, pinning draco to a wall, proclaiming he had to help him.
"i swore i'd help you! i made an unbreakable vow!"
"i don't want your help! don't you understand? i was chosen! of all people, me! the dark lord chose me!"
"draco, he knows you'll fail."
"i won't!"
"it's his plan.."
"you wait till you see dumbledore's blood on my hands, then you'll see!"
"are you friends with mr riddle?"
"mattheo? what, that dickhead? no."
"don't lie, draco!"
"fine. i guess."
"he will help you. he seeks his father's.. acceptance. he wants to kill dumbledore instead of you."
"but it's my task."

"malfoy, you listen to me now. seek mattheo, and he will help you. he may be able to do it for you."
"whatever. fuck off, snape." and draco stormed off. fiddling with his tie, he headed back to the reassurance of blaise- keeping in mind to avoid mattheo.

MATTHEO'S POV
here i sat, in the hazy emerald-tinted common room. blaise was at my side, and we were discussing our thoughts. mainly wizarding politics, and blood superiority.
"don't you think fudge is a numbskull?" blaise said, as he glass of firewhisky to his mauve lips.
"i think he eats too much fudge, honestly." mattheo quietly laughed to himself.
"that was a terrible dad joke." blaise laughed loudly, prodding him in the rib.
"oh come on. no, he is an imbecile. he's so worried about the dark lord that he won't even listen to competence." mattheo stated.
"with speeches like that, you should take over."
"that would be shit."
"whatever, man."

the common room door swung open, and draco stormed forth- tie in one hand, the other on his sweaty forehead.
"what happened, malfoy?" i droned in an uninterested voice.
"oh piss off. blaise, can you come with me real quick?"
"what? i mean, alright." blaise shook his head and raised himself from the green leather sofa. i grabbed his wrist.
"blaise, can you do me a favour?"
"what, 'theo?" blaise's eyebrows knitted together in a frown of inquisitiveness.
"tell me what he says." mattheo spoke calmly.
"fine." blaise joined him, as draco placed a hand on his back.

END OF POV
blaise and draco walked side by side through the gloomy stone corridors.
"blaise?"
"yeah?"
"i need to tell you something. get something off my chest, you know."
"yeah..?"
"snape talked to me." draco murmured, looking at his feet as he kicked the ground.
"what did he say, draco?"
"he says i need to get somebody to help me with my task." draco massaged his temple.
"me?" blaise raised his eyebrows.
"no, no."
"who, draco?"
"mattheo riddle." he said, finally meeting blaise's eyes.