Oh, my dear... (Mattheo Riddle ff)

how everything began...

POV Phersephone:

I felt the upcoming magic softly tickling my fingertips, while the anger flooded my mind. Quickly closing my eyes, I tried very hard to keep it together. 

He's just a boy... Just a boy... A boy full of bullshit, from what I just witnessed a few seconds ago.

 I felt tears burning in my eyes, but holding them back was one of the first things I ever learned. My fathers words flashed through my mind: Don't cry. Never cry because of mistakes made by others. If they break your heart, break their bones.

A sly smirk appeared on my lips, as I leaned against the door frame more calmly. Breaking bones was basically a good idea, just not right now. Not in a classroom, not in front of Professor McGonagall. But if looks could kill, Harry funking Potter would be more than dead on the ground by now.

Him and the Weasleybitch would both be nothing more than lifeless corpses. My hand was still itching to pull out the wand in my sleeve and cast a very unforgivable curse on both of them. 

I should have known... What a great view it would be, if they would start winding in pain in the middle of this pathetically passionate kiss they were sharing, right there on the desk which had been mine and Harry's for so damn long... 

Somehow I managed to hide all the anger, pain and fury behind my smile. Father would be proud for sure... It took a few seconds till I found the strength to take steps. 

Until this point, not one person in the room had noticed me standing in the shadow of the door. Very well then... I stepped out into the light, revealing myself to the rest of the class. All the ones who saw me, instantly froze in their motion. 

Students started whispering, until someone finally pushed Harry and Ginny out of their passionate make out. But when the two realized, who had just entered the room, it was already too late. I had already walked past them, right to McGonagalls desk. 

,,Professor..." I said calmly, trying everything to keep my voice together. God damn, I should have known... 

,,Professor, I just wanted to inform you, that I developed a horrible migraine this morning, and will be getting myself to the hospital wing right away."

McGonagall looked up at me confused. For a broken second, her eyes wandered to Harry and Ginny, before she simply nodded. ,,I see, Ms Thorne. Certainly, I hope for you to get better very soon. You are freed from this lesson."

Yeah, she was my favorite teacher for a reason. I managed a little thankful smile and put a few handwritten pages on her desk. ,,My homework from Monday. Thank you, Professor." With that, I turned around and walked back to where I came from. The door of the classroom. 

Harry and Ginny had not moved a bit, both starring at me shocked and wordless. Again, I hid everything behind a sly smirk and walked back past them. 

Without hesitating in my steps, I ripped of my necklace in one swift motion and gently put it on their now shared desk. It was the first thing Harry ever got me, the day he asked me to be his girlfriend. A little silver snitch, hung on this delicately fine silver necklace. It ripped away as easy as my heart. 

With the background of nervous whispers and gasps I left the room, the smirk still playing on my lips. Oh how I loved making a scene...

A soon as I was out of the room and the door fell shut behind me, I let out a heavy sigh. 

Time to consider my options here... Number one: Broken heart. The whole protocol of sad teenage girls. Crying, dark room, ice cream, pain, pain, pain... God no. The only good thing about that was the ice cream.