The Secret Slytherin Queen

43- The Emotional After Party

Dani's POV

As I storm out of the infirmary and onto the stone hallway, I could feel the anger and frustration boiling inside me. The halls of Hogwarts were as grand as ever, the walls adorned with tapestries depicting the school's rich history. The torches mounted on the stone walls flickered, casting eerie shadows that danced across the floor as I strode past them.

The sounds of my footsteps echoed through the hallways, which were mostly silent at this hour. Occasionally, I could hear a distant voice or the sound of a door creaking open or shut, but otherwise it was eerily quiet.

The stone floors were cold and hard on my feet, and I couldn't help but wonder how anyone could feel comfortable walking on such surfaces for hours. As I made my way down the corridor, I noticed the portraits on the walls gazing at me inquisitively. A few even sniggered at my disheveled appearance.

I picked up my pace and focused my anger into my steps, determined to get to the Gryffindor common room and unleash my frustration on anyone who dared to cross me. My chest heaved as I breathed heavily, my footsteps echoing with every stamp of my feet.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of walking, the entrance to the Gryffindor common room came into view. I stormed past students on the way, ignoring their curious gazes and dismissive snickers.

As I marched through the door, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The dim lighting and familiar surroundings of the Gryffindor common room were like a balm to my troubled soul. I took a deep breath, ready to face the evening's challenges head-on.

I noticed Riddle striding across the room towards me. I braced herself mentally for whatever onslaught was coming my way. He was wearing a black t-shirt that hugged his muscular torso just perfectly and fitted dark blue jeans that accentuated his long, toned legs. His soft curls messy but attractive, giving him a mysterious and alluring look. His pale skin  made his piercing dark eyes stand out, which were framed by thick black lashes. His confident yet nonchalant demeanor drew the attention of everyone around him, making him irresistible.

I sauntered towards him, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm.

"Hey, Riddle," I crooned, my voice dripping with honey, as if I was always in control. "It seems like you won Slytherin another game. Well done. But  you hurt Nott out there. What's up with that, dear Riddle?"

Mattheo Riddle looked into my eyes with intensity, his own piercing dark orbs gleaming with arrogance. "What can I say?" he replied dismissively. "It's a contact sport. Nott should have known the risks."

I glared at him, my face flushed with anger. "You're so heartless, Riddle. You don't care about anyone else but yourself. You're just like your father, always looking out for number one."

Mattheo scoffed. "And you're like your mother, always trying to save the world - with a hint of your father, of course. Whom ever that may be."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't compare me to her. I'm nothing like her. But that's beside the point. You hurt a member of our own house. You could have cost us the game."

Mattheo stepped closer to me, his breath hot against my neck. "Relax, Silverclaw," he murmured seductively. "Nott was fine. He just needs to man up a bit. Besides, you know why I did it."

"Why?" I asked, my voice quivering slightly.

"Because I wanted to win," Mattheo said simply. "And if that means taking out the competition, then so be it. You should know that better than anyone, Silverclaw. We're both cut from the same cloth."

I scowled at him, my temper boiling over. "You're unbelievable," I spat. "And you wonder why people hate you."

Mattheo grinned wickedly. "They don't hate me, Silverclaw. They envy us. They wish they could be as powerful and influential as we are. But they can't, because they don't have what we have."