THE KNIVES EDGE | M R ✔︎

EIGHT ⁂ RIDDLE

The scariest thing about Novaline Wrath is that she's willing to do whatever it takes to get out of debt to me.

And the scarier thing about me is that there's a hundred thoughts running through my mind, none of them child-friendly.

Lupin is at the front of his classroom, instructing the students on how to reverse hexes meanwhile I'm fighting with the memories replaying in my head.

Pulling Novaline out of the water yesterday, yanking off her robes to start cpr, giving her mouth to mouth. It was terrifying. She nearly died and all I can think about is the tattoo just beneath her sternum. A blindfolded woman with snakes for hair, beheaded and turned to stone.

Medusa.

My heart sank at the realization, knowing that her brothers likely don't know. That no one does. It's one of those secrets she keeps buried away for her and her only. A secret I uncovered unknowingly.

When she looked down at her nearly naked body, I jumped at the opportunity to cover her up. Not because of how uncomfortable she looked, but because I didn't want anyone else to look at her.

Water droplets rolled down the swell of her breasts, bleeding into the white fabric and staining it see-through. My eyes follow the movement, lips parted as uneven breaths pass through. And then she looks up at me like a porcelain doll. So fragile and on the verge of breaking.

I slipped my arms from the Slytherin Robes that hugged my body and drape it over her shoulders, watching the way goosebumps arose at the graze of my fingers.

She was fucking beautiful in a way that was deadly. Gorgeous in the same nature as a white-lipped island pit viper. Admire her from afar, but don't touch her.

Her lips were parted and plump, her teeth sinking into the bottom one as she folds the robe over her chest, watching me at the same time. I'm shameless. My eyes follow her every movement, lingering on her breasts longer than I'd care to admit.

She had the locket, just as my father and Regulus said she would, wrapped around her arm. It was cutting off her circulation, the harsh chain pattern cutting into her bicep. I moved to grab it, but the second my fingers touched it, it faded into thin air.

Charmed. I reminded myself. Novaline Wrath was not stupid enough to carry around Slytherins locket without protecting herself and it.

But my curiosity dies down as I remind myself of the see-through fabric of her bralette, her diamond-pointed nipples hardened beneath the lace and aching for attention.

But I will not touch her until she asks me to.

That is a choice for her to make.

My cock aches in my pants and I stand up, praying no one notices. But the chair screams against the floor as I push it away from my desk, moving towards the door.

"And where do you think you're going, Riddle?" Lupin asks loudly, my hand pushing at the door.

"Bathroom." I answer through gritted teeth.

The memory of Novaline has me straining for her in ways I never thought possible. A Riddle, the son of a cold-blooded killer, has an infatuation with a Wrath. The Daily Prophet would have a field day with that one.

I slow my steps outside of the prefects bathroom, hearing gentle voices inside. I wet my bottom lip, pressing my ear to the door.

"You should stay away from the Riddle boy. His father's dangerous, you know." A voice hiccups.

I grimace. Myrtle.

Hesitantly, I push the door open and quietly shuffle inside. Silently, I shut the door behind me, cloaked by the shadows as I listen for the voices.