Hogwarts. Fifth year. Last year, the teachers already warned us this would probably be one of the toughest school years we'd ever face. I sighed and sank back into the worn-out cushions of the train compartment. Outside the window, the usual hustle and bustle filled the station—crying parents, shy first-years, and grumpy older students. None of that mattered to me right now. I knew I had to get top grades this year if I wanted to become an Auror, and honestly, that was stressing me out more than anything else.
I looked around my compartment. I was alone. For now. And I hoped it would stay that way. I'd fought my way from one train car to the next and threw myself into the first empty compartment I found. I wasn't really in the mood to bump into any of my classmates—not because I disliked them (most were actually pretty nice), but because I knew they'd want to talk about what happened last year. How the school's five biggest bullies had it out for me, all because of one little mistake I'd made. I sighed and closed my eyes. Even thinking about it gave me a headache. Just the thought of Mattheo and his four sidekicks made me want to smash something. The way he had arrogantly grinned at me last year when he humiliated me in front of everyone...ugh.The door to my compartment was suddenly yanked open, and I snapped my eyes open to see none other than Mattheo standing in the doorway.
"What do you want?" I asked, already annoyed.
"Well, well, look who it is. Aewyn Frost. What are you doing in our compartment?" he said with a smirk. Behind him, I could see six more Slytherins crowding the doorway.
"I don't remember seeing your name on this compartment," I shot back. A girl behind him giggled, but Mattheo gave her a glare, and she went quiet instantly.
"You think you can act all tough, pretending you're not scared of me? We both know what I'm capable of." I started pulling my suitcase down from the luggage rack, but he reached out and stopped me. With his height advantage, he had no trouble prying it from my hands.
"Not so fast." Mattheo dropped the suitcase onto the floor and unzipped it. The other Slytherins behind him burst into laughter.
"Are you insane?! Stop it!" I lunged for him, but a strong arm wrapped around my waist, holding me back.
"Uh-uh-uh," Lorenzo Berkshire whispered in my ear. "You're staying right here." I struggled, trying to break free, but there was no point.
"Well, what do we have here?" Mattheo pulled out a piece of my underwear—a pink, silky, lace-trimmed piece. I felt my face burn
"It's just normal underwear, you little—" He grinned, clearly amused. "Stop staring at it! Leave my stuff alone!" He tossed my clothes back into the suitcase.
"For 'normal underwear,' you seem pretty embarrassed," he teased, finally gesturing for Lorenzo to let go of me. I stumbled forward as soon as Lorenzo released me.
"None of your damn business what kind of underwear I wear," I shouted, and before I could stop myself, I'd already slapped him across the face. His expression shifted from shocked to furious. Behind me, I could hear the other Slytherins murmuring.
"How dare you--" he muttered through clenched teeth. "You'll regret this." My heart started to pound, but I held his gaze. Mattheo kicked my suitcase away, sending all my clothes spilling onto the floor
"You—" I whispered, dropping to my knees to gather my scattered things."Pathetic," he laughed, stomping on my clothes on purpose as the others giggled. I threw everything back into my suitcase, zipped it up, and pulled it out onto the hallway. But not before I ran it right over Draco and Theodore's feet. They yelped and moved toward me, but Mattheo held them back.
"Let her go. She'll learn what happens when she messes with us," he sneered as the compartment door slammed shut behind me.
I sighed and sank down against the wall in the hallway. The train was already moving, which meant that every compartment was full. Zipping up my suitcase, I started looking for an open seat. The only one I found was a compartment with two first-years, and eventually, I sat down with them. When the questions started pouring in, I knew it was going to be a long, exhausting night.
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Wellllllll yes my class is always so mf boring so I started writing an Harry Potter FF yayyy!!!
My seatmate is alr joking abt this FF help me.
Dont ask me why I used underwear, I couldnt think abt anything else to be honest TT
Anyways hope yall like it <33
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Revenge ~ An HP FF
FanfictionI'd never had a problem speaking my mind. Really, never. People often told me I was too open with my thoughts and feelings, that I let others see too much. I'd always been that way-an open book. Until I met him.
