𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹'𝘀 𝗚𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘀☾ [Mattheo Riddle]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

Damn you Riddle.

Someone will take care of him. Someone will follow him to his dorm and wipe his wounds clean. Someone will talk to him, make sure he feels better. Someone will make those dead eyes glow again.

I don't understand why my brain forces me to try and be that someone.

Yet, I'm the one strolling down the corridors like a madwoman who just lost her puppy.

All he's done is being rude to me, avoided me and judged me, just because of the house I got sorted in.

He did take me to his dorm though, slept right next to me..

Not that it matters anyway.

When I finally reach the Slytherin common room, I knock the door. The dungeons are cold, and I really need to get inside, since my clothes aren't really meant for this occasion.

Luckily, Theo is the one behind the door and let's me in quickly.

"AnneMarie. May I help you?" He asks me, looking confused.

"Ah, kinda. Have you seen Mattheo?" I must look like an idiot right now.

"He just locked himself up in his dorm. I'm pretty sure he doesn't want any guests." He replied.

"Please.. Just let me try." I beg him.

Why am I doing this?!

"Fine. Let Izzy know I'm waiting for her in my dorm tonight. At midnight." He says with a smirk. The bastard.

"Of course." I smile kindly.

"This way. Last door on your right." He points at the end of the corridor.

"Thank you."

I walk through the hall, reaching his dorm's door. Suddenly I feel my bravery gone, hesitating to even knock.

I just sit there, looking at the wooden doorframe, wishing I hadn't stepped a foot in this place.

But if I just get out of here now, they will think I'm a damn coward. And a creep.

"I already think you're a creep." 

A voice sounds in my head, intruding my own thoughts. As if I was speaking loudly and someone had been hearing me this whole time.

I froze in my spot, thinking I must be losing it. Maybe passing by was a bad idea. I look at the door one more time, before turning to leave.

"Don't be a pussy and knock the fucking door."

The voice speaks again and I'm terrified now. Tears begin to fill my eyes, as my knuckles touch the wood lightly.

The door cricks open, Mattheo sitting on his bed, smirking.