Mind Over Matter || Mattheo Riddle

P R E T T Y M U C H F U C K I N G

When I wake up the following morning, Riddle's arm is draped over my waist.

Theodore's bed is empty, which leads me to believe the three boys already left to breakfast. Riddle moves behind me, just barely, and I go completely still. I don't want to wake him, because that means I'll have to talk to him. And I hate talking to him.

Riddle pulls me closer to his body-subconsciously, I think-and my breath catches. The boy behind me groans, quietly, and I barely hear it. He might not be asleep, then.

"Riddle," I whisper, softly trying to wake him. "Riddle, wake up," I say, louder this time. I feel him stir behind me, but he doesn't say anything.

I attempt to force myself out of his grip, but his arm is deadweight on my torso.

"Riddle, please." I say again, trying to pry his arm off of me. I can practically hear the smirk laying on his lips.

He forces his arm against my waist harder, trapping me worse than before. "Begging already, Princess?" His voice is deep-deeper than usual. And that nickname? Maybe he thinks that the guys are still in the dorm, and he's trying to make us seem more believable. That makes sense.

Does it?

I know that Riddle can probably see how red my cheeks have gotten, but I don't care as I hit his hand as hard as I can.

This makes him pull his hand away from me, and I slip away from him as quickly as I can.

Riddle leans up on his elbow, looking at me as he soothes the skin of the hand I hit. I watch as his eyes travel down my torso and reach my thighs, and I quickly remember that I'm in his shirt. His shirt.

It seems to click in his mind at the same time, because he quickly looks away from me and sits up all the way. I take my clothes from the floor and put my skirt on quickly before grabbing my shoes and going into the bathroom of the boys' dorm.

The counter is covered in hair-care products and far too much cologne for a dorm of four boys, and the counter is a complete mess. The sink is surprisingly clean-probably because of a spell-and I refuse to look at their shower, because it's probably worse than the counter.

I place my clothes and shoes on the floor, resting on my feet, and I slip Riddle's shirt off of my body. I fold it nicely and place it on the only clean part of the counter, careful not to put it on top of any toothpaste or something that would ruin it.

My hair is a mess as I look at myself in the mirror, but I know I'll need to get my Ancient Ruins homework from my dorm later anyway, so I'll brush it then.

I quickly pull my button-up white shirt on my arms, buttoning it up as fast as I can. I struggle to tie on my Hufflepuff house tie, so I just loosely place it around my neck instead.

I decide against pulling my jumper over my head and wrecking my hair more. Instead, I tie it around my waist. My shoes are fairly easy to put on so I do that quicker than everything else, and I spend a few seconds trying to tame my hair before I grab Riddle's shirt off of the counter and open the bathroom door.

I see that Riddle is fully dressed-in his white button-up shirt very similar to mine and his black dress-like pants-and he is just adjusting his tie. He looks over at me as I step out of the bathroom and towards him. Riddle takes the shirt out of my hand as I hold it out to him.

"Go to breakfast, I'll meet you there in just a minute. Sit with the guys, they'll be wanting you to." He tells me, and he doesn't give me the chance to respond as he walks past me to the bathroom.

I continue to comb my hands through my hair the entire way to the Great Hall, and all I can do is hope it doesn't look shitty.

As I walk through the doors of the Great Hall, I don't even get a chance to look for Riddle's friends before one of them calls my name. My eyes snap immediately to the three boys, sitting near the end of the Slytherin table, as Theodore and Lorenzo wave at me.