Gypsy

Chapter Thirty Two

I woke up when I heard somebody storm into the bathroom, I wasn't sure how long I had been asleep, it was still dark out though. My neck also hurt, perils of sleeping on a floor.

"God damn stubborn Nymph." I flinched at the anger in Riddle's voice, he sounded furious and exhausted. "Do you have any idea how impossible it is to sleep when we can practically feel your discomfort?"

Wow, look how many fucks I give. Let them be uncomfortable, I had been uncomfortable for six years.

"Get up." he tapped my foot with his, his foot was bare which was weird. I looked at him properly and realised he only had a pair of boxes on, I blushed and quickly tried to hide it but he saw. Smirking he knelt down next to me and touched my hair, I hissed. "I don't actually half mind this, preferred it long, but it can always grow." I tried to ignore the sight that he made, I hadn't properly seen him with his shirt off. It was a bracing sight. He had some kind of scar running down the front of his chest, looked like it had been done by some kind of slicing hex. Having noticed where my eyes were, he ran a finger down the mark. "Dark magic, won't fully heal. Thanks to Grindlewald." His teeth flashed in a smile, "That was a worthy fight."

"Is he dead?" I couldn't help the question, Riddle shook his head.

"Where is the fun in killing a defeated man, he gets to sit in a tiny cell and remember how great he once. And always remember that one young man took it all away from him." His eyes glazed for a moment, I felt sick at the pleasure that was in his voice. He snapped back to the present, "now get up."

It was a command, I tilted my head at him, wondering why exactly he thought that this would work. "Nope." I shuffled around in the coat to get comfortable again, wincing at the pain in my neck.

He breathed out air through his nose, something I had come to understand was his attempt at calming down. It failed this time. Muttering a very long slew of swear words, he gripped my arms and under my legs, lifting me from the floor.

"Put me down!" I wiggled in his grip, he ignored me and held me down tighter. He walked out of the bathroom into the warmth of the bedroom, and tossed me through the air. I shrieked and tried to catch my bearings, instead on landing on the floor I landed on the bed and rolled once, my protective coat flew off and I lay stunned for a moment.

"Did she hit her head?" Asked Malfoy curiously, his face appearing above mine. I sucked in a breath and he slammed a hand over my mouth. "I do love your voice Mudblood, but I find myself in need of some sleep. So kindly shut up, before I make you shut up." Threats of violence from Malfoy were rare, and usually to be taken seriously. I nodded under the hand and it left my mouth. It took me a second to realise that I was completely naked, when I did I quickly burrowed under the blankets like a mole. Riddle had tossed me into the middle of the large bed, Malfoy was to the far right so I knew that my left side would soon be guarded. Sure enough I felt another body slide into the bed, the room went pitch black with only slight light from the fireplace. I was frozen, barely breathing as I waited for one or both of them to grab me. At least I'm warm. The traitorous thought was thrown from my mind, I grit my teeth and burrowed in further with the blanket.

"She hogs it." Statement from Malfoy, Riddle made a noise of amusement. "Come on Nymph, share the blanket."

"No." I burrowed in further, wrapping myself fully in the warmth and revelling in it. "Get your own blanket."

Stunned silence, and then a barely restrained laugh from both men. God I hate them. Determined to not acknowledge them again, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. Interrupted again when my cocoon was slowly pulled out from around me, I let out a noise of protest at the motion and then one of horror when I could feel the bare skin of both men against my own.