** THIS IS A TRANSLATION TO @allonmyhead 's BOOK 'FUCKING FEELINGS' ! THIS DOES NOT BELONG TO ME IN ANY WAY **
After the relationship with Draco I decided to take a break from the boys, because I did not need anyone, much less a concentrate of problems, a sociopath, narcissist, self-centered, addicted to smoking, problematic, as much asshole as good as he thinks he has. The world at his feet and makes the surname Riddle.
But I knew I couldn't resist.
To those dark and magnetic eyes, perpetually lost and confused surrounded by red, the curly hair more messed up than ever, the fleshy, split lip and the bleeding cut on the nose, consequences of his latest fight and the green-silver tie, badly fastened, to accentuate his bad boy reputation. Indeed, that the surname of him, has given him.
But when I look at him, all my troubles seem to weigh less, because that's exactly how he feels.
And that's probably always been what attracted me like a fucking magnet.
[ From the story . . . ]
«Should I fucking bitch?» I see his dark eyes wandering all over my figure, lingering on my pouting lips, until they get closer and closer, throwing me defiant looks. I gasp when I feel his warm breath on my neck, giving way to a rush of shivers «Should I be afraid of you?» he whispers touching my earlobe with his tongue just for the sheer pleasure of annoying and provoking me.
«You make me want to crash you so much» I answer back with my eyes focused on him, not giving in to his game.
«Crashing me with kisses, right?» he announces with such confidence as to increase my desire to bribe him with the worst of spells, and then why not, while we're punching him. Especially when I feel his leg touch my thigh purposely left uncovered by the short skirt of the uniform, and do not stop.
Credits for Mattheo Riddle, Jacob Nawaro, and Odeya Sayre go to @yasmineamaro / @juneekarl
And the rest at JK Rowling
𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
Aarna never thought two pink lines could shake her world.
She stood frozen, staring at the test in her trembling hands. Pregnant. A word she had longed to hear, yet feared the most.
Would he accept it? Or would he push her away again, just like before?
The door creaked open. Her heart pounded.
Sharad's sharp gaze met hers. "What are you hiding?"
Her breath hitched. She wasn't ready for this. Not yet.