The Chosen One (MattheoRiddle x Ophelia)

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ -9

As the class ended, I made my way towards the dormitory, lost in thought. Suddenly, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. It was Hermione, walking beside me with her usual poise and grace.

As a Slytherin I can't stand a Gryffindor. Their soft nature and unwavering loyalty to their friends made me sick. But I do admire some like Hermione. As she gave me a small smile, she asked "I say,who's your date for the ball?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Hermione's question. Who was I taking to the ball? As if I needed someone to have a good time.

"I don't need a partner to have a good time," I replied with a smirk. "I can handle myself just fine."

As Hermione and I walked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for her. She may have been a Muggle-born, but she had a fierce determination and a strong sense of loyalty that I couldn't help but admire.

I found myself relating to Hermione in more ways than one. We were both strong-willed and independent, and we both refused to let anyone control us. But where Hermione was more idealistic, I was more pragmatic.

As we parted ways, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the thought of not having to answer to anyone. I may have been a little bit villainous and sarcastic at times, but I do have some good qualities too.

As I entered my room, I noticed Pansy sitting on one of my chairs, flipping through some magazines. I couldn't stand the sight of her. I knew her intentions all too well. She was only being nice to me because she thought it would help her score points with my father, who was a professor at Hogwarts. But I knew better than to believe that my father would show her any leniency.

I was seething with anger as I glared at her. I had warned her time and time again not to enter my dorm without my permission, but she was too stubborn to listen. I despised her fake concern and love. I didn't even recognize her as a friend, but she always seemed to be around, taking up my time and energy.

With a loud thud, I stormed into my room and snatched the magazine from her hand. What are you doing here, Pansy?" I asked, my voice laced with anger. "I thought I told you not to come into my room without my permission."

She looked up at me, her eyes wide with fear. But I didn't care. I was done with her and her fake kindness. It was time to take a stand and show her that I wasn't someone to be messed with.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammered. "I just wanted to see if you wanted to go to the Hogsmede together."

I rolled my eyes. I knew she was lying. "Save it, Pansy," I said, my voice cold. "I know why you're really here. You think being friends with the daughter of a Hogwarts professor will help you score points with him. Well, let me tell you something: my father doesn't show leniency to anyone, especially not to someone like you."

I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the door pushing her outside. "Never ever dare to come to this side of the dormitory." and with that I closed the door in front of her face.

Not only was I angry with hef, but I was also disappointed in myself for letting my guard down. She was a force of destruction, a tempestuous whirlwind that threatened to upend everything. As I surveyed the room, my eyes landed on a piece of parchment that lay abandoned on the table.

As I took the piece of parchment in my hand, my eyes scanned the words written upon it. "Stealing is beneath you, Miss Snape." The words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but wonder who would dare to write such a thing.

I looked around the room, trying to catch a glimpse of anyone who might have been watching me. But the room was empty, except for me and the letter. I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me, though. It was as if the words on the parchment were alive, and the person who wrote them was still in the room with me.