Whispers in the Dark || M.R || ENG

006

„You brat tell me what you did with that Riddle! Go on, say it. Have you been fucking? Did Drugs?" I've only just got in the door when Draco pushes me against the wall, holding me by my neck. "Draco stop it" I try to say.

As he releases my neck from his hand he says "You know exactly what the surname stands for. Besides, you don't know Mattheo like I do, we're in the same fucking year. Wait until you get to Hogwards and then you'll really get to know him. Now tell me what he did." I give him an annoyed look. "Nothing, we were just talking". "I know you're lying. Go upstairs." When I hear that, I follow what he told me, but only because I don't want to get stressed with him.

I stomp up the stairs, my heart still pounding, both from Draco's interrogation and from the thought of how close he had come to figuring everything out. His grip on my neck was a harsh reminder of how protective he is, but it crossed a line tonight. I'm not some little girl he can control, and his accusations... drugs, sex? He doesn't know a thing about what's really going on.

When I get to my room, I slam the door, collapsing onto my bed. My fingers brush the spot on my neck where his hand had been, the sting lingering. I bite my lip, fighting back the frustration that wells up inside me. How can I ever live my own life when Draco won't even let me breathe?

I look around my room, trying to focus on something else, but my thoughts keep spiraling back to Mattheo. Not because I want to talk to him—no, I need to think. Things have gotten so complicated so fast, and Draco's words echo in my mind: "You don't know Mattheo like I do." What does that even mean? What exactly is Draco hiding from me about Mattheo?

I can't deny that there's something dangerous about Mattheo. But that's what drew me to him in the first place, wasn't it? He's not like everyone at Hogwarts, but probably like everyone in Slytherin.

But now, Draco's reaction only makes me more determined. He can't control who I spend time with. I'm not his puppet. I won't let him dictate my life, especially when it comes to Mattheo. But what's the next step? Can I keep hiding this? Should I keep hiding it?

I sit up, staring at the ceiling, the silence of the room pressing down on me. Maybe it's time to start playing my own game—to really stop letting Draco control every move I make. Maybe this is my chance to break free from all the expectations and find out who I really am. But one thing's for sure: I won't let Draco get between me and my choices. Not anymore.

I grab my pillow, clutching it tight. My mind's made up. If I'm going to Hogwarts soon, I need to figure out where I stand—and how far I'm willing to go to protect my secrets.