Bound By Blood.

ch.19~Dodged.

"Maybe one day they'll be ours.

You always called me foolish. 

Set up tomorrow at dawn, I'd tell you not to come, but I know I'll see you there."

Recovered Translated Correspondents between Death Eater Mattheo Riddle, to Order Member Alexandra Brooks, 2005. 

Hogwarts, 1997.

Alexandra.

I sat on my floor for a long time after Matth- Riddle, stormed out of my dorm. 

It all escalated so quickly. 

Him showing up. 

Ripping Theodores jersey off of me. 

The kiss. 

Everything after the kiss...

How far we almost went...before the fire in his eyes turned to ice.

I couldn't believe it, how everything had shifted in an instant. 

One moment, we were locked in a passionate moment that felt like it could consume us both, the next, he was tearing himself away from me, his expressions morphing from desire to something close to despair.

I replayed the events in my mind, each recollection hitting me like a punch. 

The way he had looked at me when he stood at my door, the intensity of his gaze, like he was seeing right through to my soul. 

The sparks had flown during that brief moment of silence, and then, suddenly, everything had erupted.

It wasn't just a kiss; it was everything bottled up between us for so long, every stolen glance, every lingering touch, the unspoken words that hung heavy in the air. 

I could still feel the heat of it on my lips, the taste of his hesitation mixing with the sweetness of longing. 

But then, confusion clouded his features as he pulled away, grounding the moment in reality.

I didn't mean it, how he thought I meant it. 

When I said what about Theodore, I would've never said that. 

I just simply, wanted to verify this wasn't a game to him. 

To them.

That I wasn't I game. 

But as soon as the words left my mouth, I could see the hurt flash across his face, followed by a storm of anger. 

What I was about to do with him, how he touched me... I'd never done that before. I wasn't going to hand myself over to be a victory in a battle between him and Theodore. 

I don't know why it was so important to me in that moment to get that validation, but it was. 

And he left here, thinking I had someone else on my mind during the moment we shared. 

When shamefully, he's been all that was on my mind. 

He wasn't going anywhere. 

I tried.

And I was going to hand him over, everything. 

A part of me needed him to know that.   

I had hurt him, and in the process, I had only deepened the divide that lay between our worlds.