ꪑꪖ𝕥𝕥ꫝꫀꪮ 𝕣ⅈᦔᦔꪶꫀ ᥊ 𝕣ꫀꪖᦔꫀ𝕣 (ꪀડᠻ᭙)

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮-

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📍your dorm, 8 pm

I tossed and turned in bed, my mind racing. That moment at the dinner table kept replaying over and over in my head—Mattheo's hand on my thigh, the way his breath had hitched when I moved his hand higher.
What had I done? It wasn't like me to act impulsively, especially around boys.
But something about Mattheo, it was different.

I tried to shake the thoughts away, rolling onto my back and staring up at the ceiling, but i couldn't stop thinking about his smirk.
The way his brown eyes seemed to burn into mine when I pulled my hand away.
He hadn't even said anything.
He was still sitting there, probably confused, but I had to leave before I completely lost control.

The nerves in my stomach twisted again. What if he thought I was weird? What if he was just playing with me like everyone else seemed to?
I had no experience with boys, and i was afraid of embarrassing myself even more.

Sighing, I pushed myself up and walked over to the window, looking out at the grounds of Hogwarts below.
The night was quiet, the air crisp and still.
I had a long day ahead of me tomorrow.
Draco had already warned me that things wouldn't be easy here,school wasn't the problem, it was the people.
The Dark Lord's influence was everywhere.
We were all pieces in some twisted game, and I had no idea where I fit into it.

But then again, maybe that's why Mattheo had caught my attention. He wasn't like the others. He didn't seem to care about the rules, about the game. There was something reckless about him, something that made my heart race in a way that was both exciting and terrifying.

I shook my head, forcing my mind back on track. Tomorrow. I would deal with tomorrow when it came. I couldn't spend all night thinking about Mattheo. He probably didn't even care. I needed to sleep.

I changed into my pajamas, still feeling the heat in my cheeks from earlier.
It was a mixture of embarrassment and excitement, a strange combination that left me restless.
I climbed into bed, pulling the blankets around me, but sleep didn't come easily.
Every time I closed my eyes, i saw his smirk again. His touch lingered on my skin.

Finally, after what felt like hours, I drifted off into a light sleep, my dreams filled with strange, vivid images of Mattheo's brown eyes and the way his hand had felt on my thigh.

📍your dorm, 8am (not the first day yet!)
The next morning, the sun was barely up when Draco barged into my room, his usual scowl in place.
"You awake?" he asked, already heading toward the wardrobe.

"Yeah," i muttered, still half-asleep.

"You better be ready by the time I come back, or I'll drag you down to breakfast myself."
He didn't wait for a reply, just walked out, leaving the door wide open.
I pulled myself out of bed and began getting dressed in my uniform.

It was still hard to adjust to the idea of being here, at Hogwarts, surrounded by people who had been educated in magic for years.
But I knew my brother was right, there was no way i was going to get through this if i didn't pull myself together.

I quickly finished getting ready and walked down to the common room, where Draco was waiting.

"Finally," he muttered as I joined him, and we made our way toward the dining hall.
My stomach churned with nervousness; i felt sick.

As we entered the hall, I could feel the eyes on me.
It was one thing to have people staring because I was Draco's sister, but another when they started whispering.
Slytherins were always about appearances, and I wasn't exactly sure what mine was supposed to be.

But when my eyes swept across the room, I immediately spotted him. Mattheo.

He was sitting with Theo and some other boys I didn't know.
As soon as he saw me, he gave me that smirk again.
My heart did a strange flip in my chest.
He didn't look confused anymore; he looked... amused, like he knew something i didn't.

I tried to look away, but my gaze kept flicking back to him.
He was leaning back in his chair, one arm resting on the table, the other draped casually over the back of his seat. He was relaxed, confident—completely the opposite of how i felt.

Draco noticed my gaze, following my eyes to where Mattheo sat. He sighed, rolling his eyes. "You've got to stop staring. He's not going to bite you."

I didn't respond. Instead, I hurried to sit down, hoping my face wasn't as red as it felt, but then, as I adjusted in my seat, i felt it again—his presence.
The air around me seemed to shift, and i instinctively looked up.
There he was, standing right next to my chair.

"Hey," Mattheo said, his voice low but teasing. "You really run off last night, huh?"

I froze. "I—uh—I—" My heart was racing, and I felt my cheeks heat up even more.

Mattheo chuckled, not waiting for a reply. "Don't worry, I don't bite either."

I blinked, unsure how to respond to that.
Was he messing with me? Or was he genuinely trying to make me feel less awkward?

He leaned in just slightly, his face coming closer to mine, his breath warm against my ear. "So, what else do you like to do when you're not running away?"

I barely heard Draco's voice calling my name, but it seemed so far away.

What was happening? Why was I acting this way? Was Mattheo playing me, or was I actually... enjoying this?

Before I could answer, a loud voice from across the table interrupted us. "Mattheo! Quit flirting with my sister." Draco's tone was sharp, but I could tell it was more protective than angry.

Mattheo gave a slow, teasing grin. "Just making sure she doesn't bite me first."

I could feel the heat in my face, my heart racing. "I... I'm not biting anyone," I stammered, wishing I could just disappear into the floor.

Draco groaned. "Come on, Y/N. You're embarrassing me. Let's just eat."

Mattheo stepped back, still smirking. "Yeah, I'll let you two enjoy your breakfast. But don't think I've forgotten about you."

And with that, he walked away.

I barely managed to focus on anything else as the day unfolded. Every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel Mattheo's presence. He was like a shadow, always there—always watching. And I couldn't help but wonder if I was about to get tangled up in something far more complicated than I was ready for.

-1137 words
-amy

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