Messy love | Matheo Riddle

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CHAPTER 4

TW: Mention of m*rder

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Chapter 4 - A better night

"My life is a revolving door between fantasy and reality. I get lost inside my nightmares, only to be found in dreams."

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POV OF FEYRE AZURA

[The past - A fragment of her traumatic memories]

I was walking to class, alone. My mood was concealed with anger. My hands were busy holding the heavy books clutched to my chest. My legs were walking the fastest they could, I was late for Snape's Class. Right then a strong presence pushed me against a wall. The next thing I knew my back got in contact with the hard surface. 

The figure shielded me with both hands on each side of my shoulders. His palms gripped the wall as I was met with his playful glare. By this time, the books that rested on my arms had already fallen down. I had never held eye contact with someone this long before. 

" What do you want this time Malfoy?" I almost shouted at him, my fingers curling into fists ready to punch him anytime. His mouth had only formed a smirk. ''Didn't you have enough fun insulting me? Do you want more? Well, go on then! Do it faster, I am late for class!" I sneered at him.

I was in a really bad mood. And I was sure that Malfoy was going to make it even worse. One of his hands left the wall and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, "Do you ever shut up that pretty mouth of yours" he chuckled. My angry face had subsided with a confused one. "Pretty? Since when do you compliment people other than my sister?" I answered, deciding to keep anger within my voice.

"Since I saw how pretty you are today?" He responded by moving his hand to cup my face. My eyes widened upon hearing the rare statement. 

Pretty? No one has ever called me pretty. I could already feel the red on my cheeks. I frowned, "Is this one of your pranks? If it is I was none of it. " I said, pushing him aggressively before walking away.

I hadn't got far before he smashed me against the wall again and the next thing I could feel was a wet linger on my lips. He had kissed me. I wish I had pushed him back. Say I hadn't kissed him. But I didn't. I kissed him back. He stopped before muttering into my lips, "I love you''

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I turn, finally entering my reality. That was the first good memory I had of Draco, ever. He had confessed to me, like a person that loved me for years and finally sharing his confession. 

But he wasn't. He was not in love with me, I am sure.  He confessed to me weeks after torturing me with the help of my sister.  Looking back, I still hate myself, for being so weak. So vulnerable to believe his pitful lies. 

I had thought, should I accept him he shall refrain from abusing me. Or so at least try. That small decision was perhaps the biggest mistake of my life.

Authors POV

Matheo, Matheo riddle. The son of the dark lord. The son of the most feared wizard in the history of magic. He is a forest, a night of dark trees. But she who is not afraid of his darkness will find banks full of roses under his cypresses.