Messy love | Matheo Riddle

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CHAPTER 16

TW : Bu*lying, Su*ide.

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CHAPTER 16 - SEAT PARTNER

"I fell in love with your words. Unfortunately, you were a good liar"

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POV OF AUTHOR

After that grand opening for the new school year, the quick celebration ended with everyone having to attend their classes as per-usual

Feyre was in her final year and her first class was Defense against the dark arts. A subject she actually liked. Well, used to. Feyre Azura was always a top scorer always earning points for her Slytherin house. She had beauty and intelligence. She was fairly respected in the first year she transferred to Hogwarts. 

That was until Draco and Her sister came in. Just like they ruined everything in her life, they ruined her academics too. They often times abused her frail body so bad that she couldn't even turn up to class. She was failing classes, especially the  ones she loved too. 

She told herself that this year, everything will fall back. She will have her final year in peace, without the pathetic gang. Hopefully. 

Her eyes glanced at the empty seat beside her. Malfoy hasn't arrived for his first-class yet.  She could feel her heart racing.  Defying Flashbacks unraveling from him sitting on it come back when he and he attended class together the previous year. His wicked smile, his endless torment his-

No. 

She will shut her memories. She will not let it happen again. 

She tried to keep herself together, so that she would not break down in fear. It seemed her intrusive thoughts had drowned the whispers surrounding her. 

"Astoria look behind you, is that Feyre? She was with Malfoy right?'' A blonde girl whispered to Astoria. Astoria's eyes slowly creeped at my figure turning to the side. "Yeah, I think so. Guess Malfoy's words got to her, she looks so thin'' She whispered back.  Feyre's eyes shot at her. "She looks sort of better though don't you think? Better than Fat Feyre" The blonde laughed loudly Astoria hitting her with her shoulder, to shut her up so that others wouldn't hear her. 

Fat Feyre. That is what that pathetic gang used to call her. Everyone in Slytherin adopted that name and her name changed, From Feyre the respected house points earner to Fat Feyre. Her breath hitched as her drawled a book from my bag. This is nothing compared to their torment. She started to read the book before she started interfering with more whispers surrounding her. 

A godly miracle it would be if they both didn't turn up today. As much as Feyre loved defense against the dark arts, it was the dreadful class where she had to leave her beloved friends- Astoria, Lorenzo and Isaac behind. They were placed in a different class.

A sweet laughter behind her, arose trailed with a masculine one. She didn't need to look behind to know who it was. Her torments. 

From the corner of the eye she sees Draco's friend group disbanding, everyone dispersing to their own seats. A screech sounded from the chair beside her .The corner of my eyes is filled with a wave of light colors. Draco Malfoy. Her heart was burning in fear on the inside. But she refused to show it. She kept her eyes on the book infront of her.