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

how one night changed a lot...

M.R.

Breathing and coughing, I leaned my back against the wall, falling on the ground more than sitting down. 

,,Ahh... Fuck!" I hissed through gritted teeth. The blood was streaming out my nose and over my face nonstop. 

But it wasn't just my nose that hurt. I felt immense pain in the right side of my rib cage and my left shoulder. My forehead seemed to pulse at one point, probably another cut. I found it kind of hard to breathe. It was more of a gasping and murmuring in pain. 

My face pulled in a grimace I carefully leaned my head against the wall behind me, closing my eyes. I pressed my lips together, trying everything not to shout out loud because of the pain. All that came out was a muffled, painful moan. Fucking hell... 

It hadn't been fair from the start anyways. They had been more than me. Three against one is chanceless, even for one like me. They had me beaten down in a matter of seconds. 

But god damn, I should have known! Seems like, in the past few weeks, I had upset slightly to many other boys. But I didn't think that just one of them would've had the balls to confront me again. But then, they came together, all three of them: James, Charlie and that other boy from Ravenclaws Quiddich team, Michael. 

The three of them waited for me in this bloody secluded part of the castle, in the middle of the fucking night! How on earth did they even know about my late night walks here? How the hell did they even find out where to find me, in the middle of fucking nowhere? Here was literary nothing, other than this empty and cold corridor... 

With some more pain-filled grunts, I turned my body slightly to the side and spit out some blood. Motherfuckers... None of them had the balls to confront me face to face, but as soon as they were more and I was alone... 

And the most annoying thing was, that usually, my friends would come with me on these walks. Usually, we explored Hogwarts at night together, running around and hiding from Flinch and his Ms Norris.

,,Damn you, Draco..." I hissed out quietly. Draco had convinced the others to stay with him for a few drinks. It was a Friday night, of course they wanted to get wasted. I, however, really liked to keep my mind clear and working straight. Alcohol wasn't the way to do that. 

But if my friends had been here with me tonight, instead of getting drunk... Theodore, Blaise and Draco would've had James, Charlie and Michael on their knees even faster than they had me beaten up. 

With my friends, I woulnd't have been sitting here, leaned against the wall with a bleeding face and most likely broken ribs. Right now, I had no idea how I was supposed to get back to my dorm or common room in time. 

Suddenly, I heard something and immediately opened my eyes. Steps... Fucking steps! 

Cursing on the inside I closed my eyes again and started praying, that whoever was walking towards me right now, would just take a turn and don't see me. Being caught by a teacher or Flinch right now was the absolute worst thing that could have happened... 

But my prayers weren't heard, and the steps quickly came closer. Fuck! 

But then, I noticed something weird. These steps were far to light and quick for a grown up. What bothered me most, was how controlled and confident they were. I fucking knew these steps... 

Please god, not her! Anyone but her... 

The steps came closer, and I was quickly sure, that they actually belonged to who I thought they belonged to. Phersephone fucking Thorne...