The Chosen One (MattheoRiddle x Ophelia)

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As I emerged from the hellish confines of Umbridge's office, my emotions were a jumble of satisfaction and pain. My hand throbbed with an unbearable ache, and I struggled to conceal the bruises that marred my skin. Yet despite the agony, I felt a small sense of triumph. As I made my way up to the dorm, I found the common room eerily silent, a rare occurrence in a place that was usually alive with the sounds of Slytherins chattering, gossiping, and playing pranks. The stillness of the room only served to amplify the tumultuous emotions that swirled within me.

And then my eyes landed on the book lying on the couch, a flicker of hope ignited within me. But as soon as I reached out to claim it, my hand was snatched away by the cold grip of Matthew Riddle. The fury that had been simmering within me boiled over, and I demanded, "Give me back my book, Riddle!" But he remained motionless, his face expressionless, as if he were a statue carved from ice. My frustration only grew as I continued to demand the return of 'my' book, but Matthew remained unresponsive, his silence a weapon that cut deeper than any insult.

I reached for the book, my fingers brushing against its spine. But before I could get a grip on it, Matthew snatched it away. He looked up from the book, his face expressionless, as if he were bored by the whole affair. "I don't see your name on it," he said, his tone cold.

My eyes narrowed. "That doesn't mean it's yours," I  replied, my voice rising.

Matthew's lips curled into a sneer. "Doesn't mean it's yours either," he countered, his eyes narrowing.

The room was silent except for the sound of our breathing. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as I glared at the devil.

A sharp pang of agony pierced through my arm, and a subdued whimper escaped my lips. Yet, I refused to expose the wound, instead clutching the fabric of my robe with a vice-like grip.

Matthew's eyes narrowed as he caught a glimpse of my hidden left arm. A flicker of confusion crossed his face, but my gaze was already locked onto his. My frustration was palpable, and my anger bubbled just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment. A dangerous glint flickered in my eyes as I considered the lengths I would go to in order to claim what was rightfully mine. My mind raced with possibilities, and my heart pounded with anticipation. I knew that nothing would stand in my way, not even Matthew.

Brandishing my wand, I unleashed the 'Expelliarmus' incantation, causing Matthew to stagger backwards as the book flew from his grasp. He was quick to recover, however, and in a flash, he had regained control of the book. Undeterred, I launched the 'stupefy' incantation, but Matthew proved to be an adept dueler, easily deflecting the spell.

Despite his resistance, I refused to back down, unleashing a barrage of spells in quick succession, each one more potent than the last. My determination was unwavering, and I was prepared to do whatever it took to get the book.

My eyes blazed with fury as I cast another spell, but once again, Matthew was ready. He deflected the spell with ease, his hand moving with lightning-fast speed.

"You're not going to win this, Ophelia," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Stop being Ridiculous "

I gritted my teeth and cast another spell, but once again, it was deflected. I was growing increasingly frustrated, and my eyes flickered with anger as I raised my wand again.

"Imp-" I began, but suddenly, stopped myself. I lowered my wand, my eyes still blazing with fury, but there was a flicker of something else there too. Regret? Embarrassment?

Although I am known to be stubborn, a troublemaker, and occasionally careless, I could never bring myself to deliberately inflict pain on someone, even if they were my enemy. As I locked eyes with Matthew, I could feel his cold gaze piercing through me, daring me to make the next move. "What's wrong, Miss Snape? Go on," he taunted, his voice laced with a hint of malice. But I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.