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The weekend is finally over. I walked to Madam Pomfrey's hospital room early Saturday morning when Pansy was knock out from the party.

No one was allowed to see me in this state.

Especially not Mattheo.

Pain is gone, but the memory of how he broke it for me in the library is still fresh.

And diabolically humiliating.

I enter the Great Hall with mixed feelings and feel the eyes of the other students on me as I approach the Slytherin table. I don't walk to Harry today.

My friends are already sitting there.

Pansy laying with her head on the table and sleeping soundly.

Her hair is disheveled and her soft snoring is mixed with the sound of morning conversations in the Great Hall.

A faint smile runs over my face when I see her move slightly in her sleep. Her hand is still clutching a fork. I sit quietly next to her.

Enzo is absorbed in a conversation with Draco, while Blaise and Theodore argue about who could stuff more potatoes into his mouth.

And there he is.

Riddle, right across from me, his gaze cold and distant. However, so fucked up intensely.

I reach for a piece of bread, but my hand trembled slightly.

The memory of the break barely doesn't allow me to remain calm and my inner restlessness grows.

Just like the anger. Pansy put a hand on my arm, still asleep, as if she literally feels my tension.

I put the piece of bread back down.

Draco looks over at me and grins mischievously. »Potter, didn't visit the Gryffindor table today, thought you were one of them, huh?«

I roll my eyes. »Malfoy.«

He laughs, but his eyebrows lift slightly. He pushes an apple over me. »Here, maybe this will help against your bad mood today.«

I force a smile and take the apple: »Thank you..« I mutter, while my gaze involuntarily wanders to Mattheo.

He sits there bored, but his gaze wanders over me and my body almost completely shamelessly.

He is the only one who knew what had happened, and I wonder if there was even room to breathe in his oversized ego.

I take the apple from Draco and turn it in my hands. It's flawless, red appearance seemed to mock me.

It is hard for me to take the first bite. My fingers tremble slightly, and I feel my friends' eyes on me.

My hand continue to tremble slightly, and I know that the others would notice if I don't tear myself together and eat.

Draco tilts his head slightly to the side, and pokes me with his fork. »Why are you being so quiet, Potter? Normally you can't be silenced.«

I shrug my shoulders. »Maybe I'm just not in the mood to argue with you, Malfoy.«

A small grin on his lips. »That would be a first.«

Draco's words make me smile slightly amused.

It was typical for him to tease me that way. So often we argue, or annoy each other, hurt each other, but somehow we never really hated each other.

He even stopped talking to Harry and Hermione in a certain way because of me. I still have to work with him on the way he talks to the Weasleys, but well, at least I've made it this far.

I know it's too confusing, especially after mine and Draco's hostility at the table a few days ago. But that's how we are.

But my smile quickly vanishs as my gaze wanders to Mattheo. He stares at me with an intense, almost scrutinizing look that makes me nervous. The veins on his neck were clearly visible.

His eyes seem to observe me and I could see a slight frown on his face. Something in his eyes indicate that he was analyzing something. But what?

I try to keep the apple still, but his gaze makes it difficult to concentrate.

I couldn't figure out exactly what his eyes want to tell me – is it disapproval, curiosity, or something else?

Anyway, I know he has noticed something, even though I'm not sure what it was. I force myself to keep the smile and continue eating the apple while trying to ignore his piercing gaze.

Enzo, who has obviously been bored by now, cheekily grabs a piece of Pansy's breakfast while she is fast asleep.

Pansy's head is still on the table, and a small amount of drool has gathered at the corner of her mouth.

Blaise, who is sitting next to me, takes time to rearrange my hair as if it is the most natural thing in the world.

At that moment, Mattheo and I return back to reality. I give him another skewed look and focuse on Blaise.

»Blaise,« I mutter, and roll my eyes.

»You look like you didn't sleep at night, girl.« he says with his typical grin.

I just roll my eyes and smile. I let him continue to play with my hair, and slowly rub Pansy's back.

»Pans', Enzo is stealing your food.«

Just this sentence and already her head shoots up again from the table. The strip of drool on her lips, which she quickly wipes away with her arm. She hit Lorenzo on the back of his head and glares at him.

»Hands off my breakfast, Enzo,« she grumbles.

»Sarah. I thought we had a bond! Stop being a snitch!« Enzo sulks as he rubs the back of his head.

I hold back my laughter while Blaise continues to comb my hair.

»Bonding? Enzo, she would sell you for a pink wand,« Theodore says with his mouth full.

»Without mercy,« I grin.

»Eat something. Breakfast is almost over, and you only ate an apple?« Blaise says as he continues to play with my hair.

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I get ready for the Quidditch practice, everyone was already outside, but just as I close my locker, I see Harry standing at the door frame.

Crossed arms, narrowed eyes, frowning.

»Why didn't you come to my table today as usual? And why do you hang out with the Slytherins all day?«

»I just had a different morning than usual. And please Harry, don't start like that again. They are my friends.«

Harry's eyebrows raise mockingly, and he let out a snorting sound. »You had a lot of fun with the Slytherins today. Are you ticking like them now or what?« His tone is sharp and sarcastic, and I could clearly feel the contempt in his voice.

His words hit me like a punch, and I struggle to control my reaction.

»You're being irrational and actually ridiculous., Harry,« I say, my voice as calm as possible.

He just snorts and nods to me briefly. »Let's see if you don't become slowly like the ones you get along with so well.« With these words, he turns away and walks down the corridor..

I look at him leaving and feel a lump form in my stomach.

It is always the same - the constant memory that my belonging to Slytherin makes me something in his eyes that he could not understand.

I close the door behind me and take a deep breath to hide the uncomfortable feelings as I make my way to Quidditch class.

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When I just get back from Quidditch practice, I am exhausted and hungry. My stomach growls loudly, but I knew that I had only eaten the apple in the morning, but more was not possible today. Not really.

As I approach my locker, I hear footsteps behind me. Probably Pansy who is about to harass me again.

»Not hungry, Pans', go ahead to dinner."

I mutter and grin, without even turning around.

I take my hairbrush out of my locker and comb my half-wet hair out of the shower. I quickly put on my glasses.

But when I close my locker, I look up into the sinister, dark eyes of him. For the second time today.

»Fuck off already, Riddle,« I say sharply.

Mattheo steps closer. He fixed me with his eyes, like a predator his prey.

I'd be lying if I say that my heart doesn't start beating faster. The veins on his neck, again.

My eyes slide over him for a brief moment, over his muscles that were clear, through the relatively tight shirt.

For a brief moment, I wonder how it would feel if his body was pressed against mine. What was ridiculous, because it was Mattheo Riddle. Don't get me wrong though, just because I had that thought for not even a millisecond, it doesn't have mean anything.

An arrogant smile is spreading on his lips.

Oh, he did not.

The bastard has crept into my head with the help of the power of legiliment.

I roll my eyes, grab my things tighter to my chest, and was about to leave, but he stood in front of me.

»Shy, baby?« He speaks in the most arrogant tone I've probably ever heard in my life.

»Oh, please. Spare me that.«

Before I can react, he steps even closer. His hands both grabs my arms and my whole stomach tightens. My things fall to the floor.

The last time he grabbed me, I came back with a broken arm.

The knot in my stomach tightens as I feel the pressure of his hands on my arms.

He pushes me against the lockers, it is not exactly gentle, but not quite rough either.

The space seems to be narging, and the air is filled with an electrical tension that was almost physically perceptible.

His closeness is overwhelming, and I could smell and feel the scent of his aftershave and the warmth of his body.

The hatred I feel for him seems tangible at that moment, while a strange nervousness rose in me.

His eyes, which stares at me, convey a mixture of anger and something I couldn't name exactly. So fucking intense, and again disgustingly attractive -

—holy shit.

»What the fuck are you up to?« My voice is much quieter than I had thought.

Mattheo tilted his head down to me, his eyes sparkling with an intensity that almost crushes me.

His nose almost touches mine.

»I won't break your arm again, Sarah-« His voice is rough, quiet.

He whispers.

A smile spreading on his lips, his eyes narrowing. I feel my stomach turning and twisting, and my heart is beating as if it's about to fail.

"—I'll do so much worse to you, baby."

I swallowed hard. My heart was racing.

So. Fucking. Fast.

Oh dear Salazar, if I am not going to die today...

Fucking. Hell.———————————————

Hello guys, I just wanted to ask you to please keep in mind that I wrote those chapters so far in 2023, it's just the first time translating them into english.

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