Blood is falling | Slytherin boys

Who's there to trust?

Several days have slipped by since our game of truth or dare. Life has settled into a monotonous rhythm, with me hanging with the boys during breaks, lounging in the common room, and putting up with Mattheo's relentless teasing,  mattheo copying me, mattheo making me do his homework. Mattheo, mattheo, mattheo... its just fucking mattheo. God his name is getting annoying. I'm trying to work around it but he just gets in the way everytime.

The school day has drawn to a close, and I find myself in the library, poring over my studies with Tom, Draco, Enzo, Theo, and, of course, Mattheo. While I'm trying to focus, Mattheo and Theo are busy goofing off.

"PENIS!" Mattheo bellows, eliciting a chuckle from Theo.I shoot him a withering look.

"What are you looking at you scurvy braggart" He snarls

"Oop, looks like the rivals are at it again," Enzo chortles.

"Perhaps they should just kiss and make up," Tom adds with a smirk.

"Never in a million years would I ever kiss her, I'd rather makeout with a troll" Mattheo scoffs, causing everyone to laugh at his joke. We go back to studying, I'm helping draco with his transfiguration assignment.

"Draco, how many times do I have to tell you, incendio is a transfiguartion spell, not a transformation spell?" I laugh at his confused face

"Yeah, Draco, why are you so dumb?" Theo teases, sticking out his tongue.

"You'll regret that, Nott!" Draco exclaims, leaping over the table to tackle Theo, who tumbles off his chair and onto the floor. Draco begins to tickle him mercilessly."Aah! Stop! STOP! I'm sorry, Malfoy, please!" Theo shrieks, laughter spilling from him as he writhes on the ground. Draco finally relents, helping him up while the rest of us dissolve into laughter at their antics.

"You two really are something else, you know that" I say.

"Shut up y/l/n" Mattheo snaps.

 Who does he think he is? Why can't he just keep his mouth shut for once or say something pleasant? A wave of anger surges within me as I fixate on a book perched on a shelf above him. With my concentration, the book shifts and tumbles down, landing squarely on Mattheo's head, forcing him to bow in pain as he instinctively catches it.

"WHO DID THAT?" he exclaims, rising to confront the source of his misfortune, only to find himself face-to-face with the bookshelf.

"Uh, I believe it was gravity," Tom quips with a smirk.

Fortunately, everyone seems to brush it off; no one noticed my little act of magic, and i'm not talking about magic with a wand. Who knows what would happen if they discovered my secret? If the school found out, I'd be expelled again.

~1 hour later~

I make my way to the dormitory with the other boys. Settling down, I start watching videos on my phone, but soon I catch whispers drifting in from outside my room."Has Dad mentioned anything about what he's been up to lately?" a familiar voice murmurs. I quietly tiptoe across the room and press my ear against the door to listen more closely.

"You know Dad hardly even cares about me," the other voice replies.

I recognize that voice—it's Mattheo, which means Tom is with him, discussing Voldemort.

"Well, he mentioned he's working on a prophecy, the most powerful one yet, to determine who is stronger than him and who could help in defeating him," Tom whispers.

"But isn't it Harry Potter?" Mattheo asks, sounding puzzled.

"Voldemort believes there might be someone else. Someone even more powerful."

I swallow hard, dread pooling in my stomach. What if he discovers the truth? What if it's me at the center of this chaos? What if I endanger everyone around me, just as my old academy warned? Surely Hogwarts will shield me, won't it? Yet, no matter what they might do, I must guard this secret for as long as I can. Trust is a rare commodity, especially in Slytherin. As I hear their footsteps gradually fade, I step away from the door and sink onto my bed. I glance back at the door, quickly casting a locking charm. Lying back, my hands clasped tightly together, I shut my eyes, a single tear escaping down my cheek. This burden is overwhelming; I long to confide in someone, to unburden my heart, but the words remain trapped inside.

🚨 🚨 🚨 

I reach for my pack of cigarettes, extracting one with a practiced ease. My lighter, adorned with shimmering pink rhinestones, flickers to life as I ignite the end of the cigarette. The acrid scent of smoke assaults my senses, weaving its way through my bloodstream. Occasionally indulging in this habit brings a sense of comfort, as if the world has righted itself. I take a deep puff, and a wave of bliss washes over me; I tilt my head back, a smile spreading across my face, savoring the familiar flavor. The intoxicating rush of nicotine surges through me, filling the air with its bittersweet aroma as I recline on my bed. With each puff, I feel a euphoric high, relishing the taste and scent that envelops me.

🚨 🚨 🚨

I feel so calm, so good, like i'm on top of the world. Like i'm...i'm...lik- I fall asleep.

Heyyyy, so I know this chapter is a bit short and the story is starting off kind of slow but I promise it will get so much better. If you have read this far thank you so much :)