Your changed heart ఌ︎ [Mattheo Riddle x Oc]

[12] - ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛs

[Mattheo]

I watched as Melaine falls to the ground, screaming in pain. Her screams bring chills upon my back, and I get goosebumps on my arm.

I wanted to scream; "Father stop!" But I couldn't, I couldn't risk that. Plus I'm suppose to hate Melaine. And she hates me.

My father has an evil smirk plastered onto his face.

He then finishes giving her the mark.

She mumbles a quick thank you as she sits back down, she appears like she's about to cry.

My father quickly shoos us away.

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I walk up to the room where Melaine is staying, I knock on the door gently, leaning closely to the door, so I can hear her.

I hear a small "Come in." From her.

I open the door, to see Melaine laying in the guest bed, her eyes stained with tears, her cheeks a rosy red shade.

She stands up once she sees me, standing infront of the bed.

I'm still standing infront of the doorway, she slowly walks towards me, I gulp, preparing for her to slap me or something.

But no.

Instead she hugs me, she walks up to me and hugs me, throwing her arms around me, sobbing into my broad shoulder.

Why is she hugging me? After everything I've done to her?

Her sobs get louder, and harder, as she grips more tightly on me.

I'm horrible at comforting people, I've never been good at it, and that's probably because no one has been this vulnerable with me.

I begin to slowly rub her back.

"Melaine." I mutter.

Our bodies slowly drop to the ground, infront of the door.

[Melaine]

I don't know why I'm hugging Mattheo Riddle.

I don't know what took over me, but now we're on the ground as I sob onto him, probably getting his fancy clothes soaked.

He begins to stroke my hair.

My breathing becomes heavier.

"Melaine- please calm down." He whispers in my ear. I don't respond, instead I just grab him tighter, digging my head into his chest.

Why the fuck am i acting like this?

I can't forget what he told me.

"Technically, once you get the dark mark, you also have to obey the Dark Lords son, me."

"Fucking answer me you bitch!"

"Because you're going to work for my damn father! Remember?"

"Riddle." I manged to stutter out.

"Yes, love?" He asks.

Love?

"You can leave now. I'm fine." I lie, standing up, hugging myself.

"You sure?" He questions.

"Yes, I am, now go!" I say, turning around, not wanting to face him.

Then I hear the door click shut, I sigh as Mattheo leaves. I walk over to the giant bookshelf that takes up the whole wall, there has to be atleast a hundred books, mostly of them being dusty and unused.

I run my fingertips along the many books waiting to be read, my finger lands on the spine of an old brown book, I quickly pull it out, grasping the cover, this book seemed pretty interesting.