⚠️contains bad language, ED, self harm, toxic relationship, abuse⚠️
"He hates her."
"No he doesnt, not really. She just makes him feel things that he's claimed doesn't exist."
A Mattheo Riddle love story.
| ENEMIES TO LOVERS |
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It's been a week
A week full of torture, it has been awful here. Voldemort has just told me he does not want me to kill my father yet, just some muggles
Just Just Just
I say it as if it's something you do everyday, which it is not. That somebody that I'm going to kill has a family, a life, a job, a history, probably a good future. Everything. Which I'll just take away,
Just Just Just
As if it's easy, it's not. Maybe, it only costs a second or so. But mentally it'll haunt me forever, forever.
Fuck me
The door of the library in Malfoy Manor creaks as someone opens it
I sigh and get up from the place I was sitting in by the window,
Its Draco,
"Hey, I have been looking for you for about 40 minutes now" he says in a sigh, I smile at him but it turns into a frown.
He wraps his arms around me but I don't cry this time, I don't have the energy for it. "We should go do something, clear our minds." I say to him and he nods
"Let's get drunk." He says quietly making me smile "yeah, let's do it." I grab his hand and walk with him to my room
On our way we grab a bottle of firewhisky
- TIME SKIP, 2 HOURS LATER -
I'm laying on my bed, giggling at Draco just telling me something which is not even funny.
"I missed this" I sigh
"Yeah me too" I can see him smile and I smile too, I really do miss this. Miss us.
My throat is itchy, I'm thirsty. I get up from my bed and walk out of the room. Draco is too drunk to care
I walk down the stairs to the kitchen, giggling to myself on the way.
I enter the kitchen and admire the floor. It's pretty, there's still glass on the floor tho, it was a badass move tho. I'm so badass
I hear something shift behind me so I turn around, it's Mattheo again. I don't care this time tho, probably because I had half a bottle of firewhisky.
"Hi" I smile at him, he furrows his eyebrows "what are you doing?" He asks in a confused tone, I shrug
"Dunno, what are you doing?" I smile as I grab a glass and fill it with water "your drunk" he states and I roll my eyes, "well yeah that happens when you drink half a bottle of firewhisky" I giggle as I sip my water.
My smile turns into a frown. "I miss you," I sigh as I put down the glass, "then why don't you speak to me when your not drunk or high?" He looks me into my eyes
"You hurt me, really bad." I look down "I know, I'm-"
"No don't apologize, you couldn't do anything about it. It just hurts, I really believed you. It just felt so real, you know?" I sigh
"It is."
I look up at him again "maybe, but intentionally it wasn't. I was just a task, and maybe you failed and fell for me. But it was not real."
He looks down in defeat, "I really thought I was protecting you, but in the end I found out you were protecting me. From myself." He says as he avoids eye contact, "you were protecting me, I wouldn't be here anymore without you and you know that. Maybe it was better off without you but you know, shit happens" I sit on the ground, tired from standing
He sits down next to me. "I didn't want for this to happen to you, you deserve so much better. You deserve everything in the world, you know?"
"Then why did you stay with me, you kept going. Selfish thing to do Mattheo." I look him in the eyes again, smiling sadly at him
"Love makes you do the most stupid things darling."
"I know, look what my life is like now. All because I fell in love." I say as a tear slips down my cheek
I move closer to him as he wraps his arms around me, "you'll hate me again in the morning." He says, "maybe but now you know how I feel."
Here we are, sitting on the kitchen floor. Tangled in eachothers arms, talking about love.
Love Love Love
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Okay so I posted again<3 I hope you like it, it's short but I think it's just perfect this way. (:
