𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊 𝕾𝖑𝖚𝖙

Chapter 11

I was shocked, staring at the reflection of myself in the mirror, looking at the purple bruise that Mattheo had left on my neck.

I still couldn't understand what happened last night, because he acted like that, he seemed possessive towards me, almost jealous ...

"Y / n! Get the fuck out of the bathroom!" I heard her voice from outside "Give me a second!" I yell back, mentally preparing myself to have to see him in the eyes again, but I didn't even have time to open the door that Mattheo had already entered "Mattheo what the fuck! I could have been naked had you thought about it?" I said trying to keep eye contact for as long as possible, "Well, you're not, which is a shame for me, so get out now" he said putting his hands on my hips to move me towards the door, hands that make my mind back to that night.

8:19 a.m.

After Mattheo kicked me out of the bathroom I decided to go for breakfast, Tom was probably still in his room as he wasn't there while I'm sure Pansy was still asleep.

I headed to the fridge to get some milk, and then I went over to the cupboard to get a glass, or at least try to get a glass until someone picked me up and then place me gently on the counter, "You need a glass?" he asked "I can take it by myself Mattheo I don't need your help" I said releasing myself from his hands "I doubt it, but if you are so sure, please let me see, amuse me" he said moving to a side to let me get down from the counter. I put myself on the tip of my feet and stretched as far as possible to get to the glass, I could feel his gaze on me, unfortunately I had socks, which didn't help at all as I slipped backwards and slammed my shoulder on the corner of the wall,

"SHIT!"

I screamed, and I don't know if it was because hitting that wall hurt more than expected or if it was because Mattheo was right, "I see that you have succeeded in your mission" he said with a little smile that I would love to wipe it off that face and a glass in a hand "Fuck you Riddle" I said walking towards my room "Y / n, I was kidding come on, did you hurt yourself? Come on back Y/n, " were the last words I heard before meet his brother in the hallway

"Your brother is a jerk" was the only thing I said to him and then closed my bedroom door behind me.

Obviously Pansy was sleeping so to not wake her up I decided to went into the bathroom.

The contact with the fabric of the shirt and my skin was painful, so I decided to take off the shirt, I turned to the mirror, obviously a bruise was forming on my shoulder, nothing tragic even if large and quite painful I would have been able to deal with it, now my head was focused only on Mattheo and his shitty attitude.

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door "Enter Pansy" I answered but from that door Tom did enter not Pansy. The first thing I did was put my shirt back on but it was not a brilliant idea to do it so fast since it hurt terribly.

"Tom, what - what are you doing here" I tried to ignore the pain, "I talked to Mattheo" he said and I snorted "Before you can say anything else, first I want you to know that he was just trying to help you, in his way of course, second I know he is an idiot but at least he is trying, indeed maybe you are the only girl he really cares about, but you need to have a little patience with him and, third do you want me to help you put some cream on your shoulder? " he then concluded "What do you mean by the only girl?" I tried to totally ignore the third point on his list in the same way that I was ignoring how he could figure it out so quickly about my shoulder "Mattheo is not really the type to give affection to girls, let's say that more than hugs and hugs, he fucks them, but since you arrived he hasn't even tried to touch you, maybe you have something that the others don't have"

Or maybe not.

I repeated in my head thinking about last night, what have I done ...

"Ah and Y / n, it's useless to ignore my third point on the list. Look I'm not kidding, you hurt yourself, get out of the bathroom and come to my room" he said as he came out of the bathroom.

I might sound crazy, but I'm pretty sure Tom will drive me crazy with his mind games.

I get to his room, quite different from Mattheo's, it was slightly bigger, but it was always sat in dark colors and he had too a kingsize bed and obviously a bathroom in the room.

"Sit on the bed give me two seconds" I smiled, unlike Mattheo, Tom is more responsible, probably for the age difference, but sometimes he can be much more asshole and manipulative. "Okay take off your shirt and turn around" he said aproaching me with a bottle of cream in his hand, "Y / n, come on" he repeated calling my attention; I turned my back to Tom and slowly lifted my shirt, but stopped where I could get, without hurting myself

"You can ask for help, it doesn't make you weak" Tom said approaching me and raising my shirt a little more,

"Fuck Y / n, I'm sorry - I didn't meant to- "the last person I wanted in the room right now was here and I wanted him out as soon as possible; I wasn't totally mad at Mattheo but thinking that he can see me as a little girl who needs help when she falls makes my blood boil, and I sincerely hoped that Tom felt of all this things he would send him away. . And he did, but too late for my liking.

"Mattheo please go away" I said looking at the wall straight in front of me, "Y / n, I'm really sorry" he said approaching me and lightly touching my cheek, I pulled away "Can we talk about it later?" I insisted "Mattheo go" Tom intervened "I have the situation under control, go away, you'll talk to her later" he said, accompanying him to the door.

"Sorry Y / n, this will hurt you a little" Tom said approaching the cream to his fingers and then squeezing some on them "Okay" I said continuing to stare at the wall "Stay still" he repeated before posing his cold fingers on my skin and starting to spread the cream all over my shoulder, he was delicate and gentle, almost as much as Mattheo.

"He touched you didn't he?" I almost choked hearing those words come out of his mouth "What sorry?" I said thinking I misunderstood the question "Mattheo, did he touch you?" he rephrased "Stop playing your weird games please" I begged him trying to get out of this situation as soon as possible "Look, now I'm not listening at anything, I can assure you" he said "Raise your arm" he added later , "Does it hurt?" he asked making me slowly raise my arm "No, it doesn't hurt. And yes, he touched me ..." I added later, maybe I would have regretted it but I'll think about that later "Did he do it against your will?" he asked and his tone became harder, as did his hands which increased the pressure on my shoulder "No, no actually he was delicate, but at the same time he seemed to be kind of jealous"

Tom froze for a moment and then "If I press here, does it hurt? " he asked applying pressure with two fingers in a point between my shoulder and the neck "Mh, yes slightly".

"Y / n, you fucked him up badly" he said smiling "How sorry?" "Mattheo jealous? You practically won the game" I still didn't understand very well "Wait Tom what do you mean-" but instead of letting me finish the question he interrupted me "Take one of my shirts from the closet, the one you are wearing is now too tight , you'll be more comfortable with one of them" he said going to the bathroom to put down the cream.

As I picked up a T-shirt with the Slytherin crest on the front and the number 14 on the back, I thought of Tom's words that at the moment were fucking my head up.

What did he mean by "You won the game"? "

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