My world turned upside down when someone entered the compartment. My ex-boyfriend, Sean Diggory. How was he here? Shouldn't he be in Durmstrang? He had been going there since we were eleven. He beamed when he saw me, then narrowed his eyes at Andrew, who shrunk in his seat. This bastard had always been jealous, he even was now. We got together and broke up a year ago when there was the Triwizard Tournament. He had been unbelievably possessive, so I was glad when he left.
"Get out of here, Matheson." He told Andrew, who just stared at him dumbly. "What are you doing here?" I spoke angrily.
"Feisty, I like it." He invited himself in and sat down, grinning like he had won the lottery.
I burst out of the compartment only to find myself bumped against a hard chest. I looked up in irritation at the person, but my face held anger because Diggory was trying to follow me out. He had his hand on my shoulder when
"Is something wrong, darling?" Tom voice rang out, and I looked up in relief as he scanned the boy behind me. Surely, he recognised him because he scowled.
Sean looked up in fear at the boy yet glared at him, for he heard what Tom called me.
"Piss off, Riddle, this isn't any of your concern."
"It is, actually."
It was true because Tom was the one who found me crying after the breakup. He had sat with me and put an arm around my shoulder. It was still embarrassing how his shirt was wet with my tears. We laughed about it, and that's when I realised Tom Riddle could be a decent human being.
Even Andrew was thankful for the interruption. Tom led us away from Sean into a compartment with Mattheo. The tension in the room was clear, but I decided to ignore it by simply looking out the window. I shivered in the cold breeze, I didn't want to show it, but it was obvious. I looked at Andrew to lend me a coat when careful hands put one on me. The ever so charming Tom. I smiled at him in thanks before finding Matheo put his cloak back on. He was also going to lend it to me. Oh no, seriously? I had obviously hurt him, I couldn't just remove the coat Tom had given, though. It was a need at this moment.
When we reached Hogwarts, we had a quiet journey. I brushed my hand over the thestrals as others looked at me like a lunatic. "Beautiful, aren't they?" Mattheo asks, appearing beside me, to which I nod. He goes to the Thestrals mane to stroke it and instead grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers. My heart skips a beat, butterflies in my stomach. Every time he touched me, I got butterflies. Tom appeared on the other side, and that's when I knew that these weren't kind gestures. These were winning points. Matheo-1 Tom-1
Matheo or Tom?
