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

how it went on further...

P.T.

Remember when I said I wasn't going to sit with Riddle and his pathetic group of friends at the Slytherintable? Well, I lied.

Or better, the next week, on Tuesday morning, I sat there anyways. Riddle had insisted on it suddenly, after he had been ignoring me for the whole weekend after I kicked his ass at Fridays Quiddichpractice. 

But yesterday, he finally stopped being childish and came back to me, daring me to sit with him and his boys. ,,It's only fair, since I sat with you at the Ravenclawtable so many times already." he had said.

I didn't even know why I did it in the first place, but there I was, seated between him and Malfoy, across from Nott and Zabini.

Luna gave me a happy, knowing glace when she saw me sit down at the other table instead of next to her. But my whole Quiddichteam, especially Charlie and Samuel looked mad. It was obvious, that they weren't too happy with me sitting in the middle of their worst enemies. I got it, honestly.

Riddle had regained his composure during the weekend and pulled the act like nothing happened. He laughed with his friends, occasionally giving my shoulders a little squeeze. Level three was full on now, the subtle touch here and there becoming more and more obvious.

The only time during breakfast when Riddle overdid it, was when I suddenly felt his hand lightly caressing my knee. Without even breaking my discussion about Quiddich with Malfoy, I took his hand away and gently put it back on the table.

I didn't even look at Riddle but I bet I heard him chuckle. Asshole... Only seconds later, my conversation with Malfoy was finally disrupted as Riddle leaned so close that his breath was tickling my ear.

,,Don't you dare move my hand away, Thorne... Look over your right shoulder discreetly, will you?" he whispered.

I did as told, just slightly looking behind me. But I saw what he meant right away. Lisa Folklore sat there, at the Hufflepufftable, and stared at us. The boy she cheated on Riddle with, James, sat behind her, one arm wrapped around her waist. He didn't even notice Lisa glaring over at us, fully focused on his chicken sandwich.

,,She's staring at us like she's seen a ghost..." I whispered, and Riddle nodded through his furrowed brows.

,,Who is?" Malfoy asked and turned around and spotting Lisa. ,,Oh shit..." he breathed and turned back around, looking at Riddle somewhat unsure. ,,Lisa..."

,,Yeah, Lisa." Riddle hissed back, and I noticed his fists clenching under the table. Quickly, I grabbed his shoulder and turned him towards me.

,,Don't even think about it, Riddle!" I whispered.

He looked down at me angrily. ,,Don't what? You don't even know what I'm going to do!"

I shrugged, still holding him down by his shoulder. ,,Of course I do! Like, scratching her eyes out and shit, most likely. But don't you dare, because I will absolutely not let you touch me with them bloody hands! Now concentrate on the plan ahead, god damn it!"

Malfoy looked at me, now even more confused. ,,What plan?"

Ignoring him I waited for Riddle to answer. He swallowed, glared over at Lisa and then back down at me. ,,You think you could stop me?" he whispered.

I shrugged and smiled innocently. ,,I mean... Couldn't I?"

,,Guys, what plan are you talking about?" Zabini asked, now curious as well.

Ignoring him too, I kept looking into Riddles eyes, until he eventually gave in. With a heavy sigh, he leaned in again, my hand sliding off of his shoulder. ,,Alright, Thorne. What's your idea?"