Always and Forever | Mattheo Riddle
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I looked at the person holding my arm.
There he was, the most handsome guy I'd ever seen, assisting in humiliating me.
He had curly black hair, with beautiful brown eyes. And I would keep on staring at those beautiful features as if it would take me out of the embarrassing situation I was in, if Malfoy didn't speak.
"What are you doing here mudblood," he spat.
"I-I was uh- going to the other compartment when I tripped and fell."
There was a blinding pain coming from my nose and I raised my hand to touch it. It was bleeding, that too excessively.
I broke my nose. God damn it.
The Riddle said, "Leave her, you don't want to touch to mudblood now, do you?"
"Of course I don't."
Saying that, he made a disgusted face at me and left to his compartment to sit with his girlfriend probably, who was amused with my situation.
I stood up and was about to leave when Riddle got a hold of my hand and pulled me towards him. He lowered his mouth next to my ear and whispered, "Don't let me find you near me again. I know you were eavesdropping."
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