Riddles | Y/N x Mattheo Riddle

Stagnant Thoughts

Heya, it's been a bit so feel free to read the previous chapter for a refresh. If you're one of those lucky bunnies who haven't been dying waiting for me to update, keep going LOLZ.
Sorry again 😅

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I can't bring myself to get up and leave, to get on with my routine as if the love of my life, the woman I breathe and live for isn't lying on this infirmary bed on the delicate line of life and death. It's been a few days since what happened, since Ginny told me the recollections of Y/N's horrific past. I've mostly healed but I refuse to leave the infirmary despite Madam Pomfrey's nagging. Even my sleep paralysis and manic episodes have subsided for the month, it's like a sick, twisted PTSD birthday. See you in a year traumatic memories...

That aside, I want to stay by Y/N, to be there when she wakes up... if she wakes up. I rest my head on her chest, solemnly listening to her soft heartbeat, reminiscing the feel of her chest rising and falling.
There is still life in her Mattheo, I told myself. She IS alive. Still, in the back of my mind, I can't get rid of the evil, stagnant thoughts. How they whisper negative things to me, trying to sway me into thinking Y/N won't survive, that she'll die without ever having a full life with me. Yes, I mean it. I may be the infamous Mattheo Riddle; troublemaker, pure blood evil, bad boy, whatever cliche things they call me, but when I give my full love, my unwavering loyalty, it's forever. It's to the death. All or nothing. I cozied up on her chest and tightly grasped her hand, quietly dozing off, at ease with Y/N's body against mine.

I awoke to idle chatter somewhere behind me, still groggy I lent my ears to what they were saying.

"The boy won't leave, he's stuck to her like glue."

"I do not blame him Severus, young love is an intricate ordeal."

"The boy himself took a nasty dive too," A voice chimed in.

"Yes Poppy, but you yourself stated he is discharged. Mr. Riddle has obligations to his schooling."

Leave it to Snape to be a stick in the mud, I'm not off gallivanting, I'm at my sick girlfriend's bedside.

"Poppy, how is Ms. Y/L/N faring?" Professor Dumbledore addressed Madam Pomfrey.

"It's tricky, even for me Headmaster. It will take time but I'm confident she will wake up." At these words I shifted a little.

"Very well, Poppy, very well. Mr. Riddle? Would you like to straighten up and head to class instead of preoccupying yourself with eavesdropping?" Of course, nothing gets past the old man. I stood up with a curt smile,

"Apologies sir, I didn't mean to, but seeing how Madam Pomfrey is confident in her abilities, I think I feel okay leaving Y/N for a bit."

Madam Pomfrey walked over to me, "Before you go take this tincture with you, it will help with any lingering effects of your bruising and cold-induced chest pain."

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey, truly. Please take care of Y/N." I kissed Y/N's hand and tucked her blanket tighter, leaving her to heal in my absence.

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As I walked out people were gossiping about the whirlwind of events that occurred at the Black Lake. Some were excitedly chattering about Cedric's win and Harry's bravery. There were girls gushing over Victor Krum and his muscles. I walked past a few Beaxbatons girls, whispering about 'poor Fleur'. However, what really had my attention was the gossiping that had stares paired with it, because I knew it was about Y/N and I.

I chose to ignore and continue on to the Slytherin dormitory, I was thoroughly exhausted and I needed a rest if I was going to pass any class.

On my way to the dungeons I turned a dark corner and-
"AH WHAT THE FUCK!" I was hit with the sickening and somewhat violent PDA of one Elowyn Nott and Lorenzo Berkshire. Elowyn gasped startled and kicked Enzo off, her skirt fell back in place and Enzo, very disheveled, wiped the lipstick off his face. I quickly averted my eyes.

"Yeah... Um, I'm gonna go..." I mumbled and quietly stumbled off, I am officially scarred. Though that was traumatizing and kind of funny too, I couldn't help but be reminded of Y/N and I, also doing naughty things in the shadows of Hogwarts.

Her soft pink lips, the feeling of being wrapped in her arms, thrusting into her as she moans my name. I wanted to feel it, I was craving it, craving her. Her delicate skin and beautiful body, writhing under me as I touch it. Her sweet scent when we cuddle, quietly talking to each other. God, I love her more than anything.

I entered the dorm and sat on my bed, recalling how many times we were wrapped up in these sheets with our lustful desires. I was simply hit with a wave of sadness and longing, wishing I had her gorgeous brown eyes gazing into mine right now. With that thought I collapsed on my pillow and fell into a deep sleep.