Soulmates pt.2 ⋆˚꩜｡
GUYS IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE WAHH i have a lot of ideas for part 3 and im so excited to write :P
PART 1
Ignoring Mattheo Riddle might be the most difficult thing I have ever done.
Not that I would have any reason to ignore him…
Neither of us have spoken to each other since the Potions incident. That was 2 weeks ago. I caught his eye in the great hall multiple times. I also may or may not walk out without finishing my meals. It's not that I'm actively avoiding him. I am just trying to lessen the capability of him talking to me at all. In all honesty I have got to learn how to be more subtle, I'm afraid I'm worrying Hermione.
“Yes Mione I am perfectly fine, and no I have not taken any potions recently. Who do you think I am?” I eye her with my brows furrowed. Honestly, a potion to ease my nerves might help me drastically these days. However I am more than capable of handling situations like a big girl.
Sometimes.
“That still doesn’t explain why you disappear randomly or leave in the middle of our conversations-” I stop walking and stand directly in front of her, cutting her off. “Look I appreciate the concern but I’m going to be late for Defense and I would not like to spend detention with Lupin again.” I sigh and place a hand on her shoulder. “Look I’m sorry I know I have been avoidant it. It's nothing you did- I just have a lot on my mind. Ill see you during dinner.” With that I turn on my heel and walk towards the dungeons before she can even respond.
My mind has constantly been on alert. Always checking to see who could be lurking behind me where I wouldn’t be able to see. Okay yes I can see how it may look like I am running from my problems but, there was a clear misunderstanding that day in potions. There's honestly no way that Mattheo Riddle is my–
“Sorry.” the mutter leaves my lips the second my body collides with another. I look up once I realize that the other person hasn't responded.
Oh.
Dark brown eyes meet my own. His gaze is intense and… angry? At me? I certainly hope not! I haven’t done anything to the man at-
“You’ve been avoiding me.” He tone direct and his eyes never wavering one bit. I instinctively take a step back. “I- I beg your pardon?” I stammer.
Merlin get a grip!
“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about” He takes a step forward. My eyes practically bulge out of my head at his boldness. Not knowing what else to expect I stand there frozen. “You know it's been kind of amusing, seeing how easily I can get you to evacuate my personal vicinity in seconds, well amusing at first now it's just..” He doesn't finish his sentence and holds my gaze.
“I-I don’t know what you're talking about- I have to get to class-” “Defense against the dark arts?” He cuts me off “I’m going the same way so you wouldn’t mind if I walked you there?” He asks. His gaze has shifted now. He's not hostile or direct, he's smiling or is that a smirk? I can’t bring myself to look at his face again so I just nod.
I turn on my heel and walk away trying to walk faster than him. However the man is 6 feet tall and all legs so that is hardly helping my case. “So how long do you plan on keeping this up” He asks. I look over at him briefly before clearing my throat. “Keep what up exactly?” “This whole, I don't know what you're talking about bullshit” He says his voice dark. My face heats up with embarrassment. “Thats just it, I don’t know what-” “Look just save it okay, if I’m such a terrible person that you can’t even bring yourself to admit that you might even possibly have the chance to be my soulmate then fine. But don’t stand there and lie to my face when we have the exact same scar on our wrist.” His words are harsh but the glare he sends my way is worse.
My chest feels tight and I suddenly feel like an awful person. I don’t get a chance to respond before he walks into the classroom and takes a seat with the Slytherins. I swallow hard and smile softly at Harry before lowering myself into the seat next to him. I put my head down and sigh. It's only 9 and I have already made a fool of myself.
“So, Riddle giving you a hard time about being his soulmate?” Harry whispers in my direction. My eyes shoot open and I quickly turn to look at him. “What?” I exclaim. “Oh come on don’t tell me Hermione's right about you being in denial.” “She told you?! She knows?!” I exclaimed, mortified.
“Why’s it such a bad thing? I mean yeah he's… the son of Voldemort but he's long gone. I made sure of that. Aren’t you being a bit too judgemental on his behalf” Harry says looking at me with the look like he knows more than me. A look that makes me so angry.
I let out a cool controlled breath. “This has nothing to do with his father.” I whisper. “Yeah? Then why do you sprint out of a room any time he even looks in your direction."
“Thats not- this is different okay. Matt- Riddle is not someone who should be interested in me” I say. “Thats completely out of your control now” Harry states. I sigh and realize hes right. “OH merlin i’m- oh i messed up” Harry nods in return.
“He was so… upset I brushed him off countless times” I mumble my eyes wondering over to their table. He's sitting next to Lorenzo Berkshire who's talking to a blonde Slytherin girl.
Professor Lupin finally walks in and begins class; however my thoughts are far away from the classroom.
The next hour drags on despite my misery. Every sound, the scrape of a chair, the scratch of a quill, even a Hufflepuff’s sneeze kept averting my eyes back towards the group of Slytherins in the corner. Every whisper or laugh coming from the table makes me wonder if Mattheo is still speaking in the same way he spoke to me earlier.
Merlin. I think I hurt his feelings.
He’s never spoken to anyone the way he spoke to me. Well not that I’ve seen.
My stomach churns in knots at the thought of hurting him. I mean, yes, he had been rude- extremely rude, arrogant and very confrontational! But regards to that. He thought I was ashamed of him. I feel a tightness in my chest at the realization. I mean how can I tell him that I’m not ashamed instead I’m fucking terrified of him.
My empathy for Mattheo’s feelings have clouded my judgement. By the time Lupin dismisses us, I’ve been determined to fix this mess I have caused–and I am fucking terrified.
I swallow hard, gathering my parchment and books and nearly tripping over my bag in the process. Harry snorts, “graceful.” “Quiet” I mutter. “So I can fix this right?” I ask, swinging my bag over my shoulder. Harry pauses, putting his books away. He lets out a sigh and turns to me. “I won’t tell you what to do but just..do what you feel is right” I cross my arms over my chest and give him a grimace. “Some shit philosophy you’ve got, Potter.” He swats me with his parchment, “you asked me!” He calls out behind me as I make my way out the classroom.
I can definitely do this, I mean what's the worst that could happen?
Standing in the far corner of the corridor is the group of Slytherins. Mattheo stands at the center of them, one hand in his pocket. To his left Theodore Nott says something, earning a laugh from Lorenzo.
I don’t get very far before his dark eyes meet mine, unreadable and genuinely petrifying. I clear my throat, interrupting Theodore. “Riddle, may I speak to you?” My voice coming out embarrassingly soft. Lorenzo’s grin widens. “Ooh what do we have here?”
Mattheo doesn’t even spare him a glance. “No.”
I blink.
“No?”
“No, im busy” He shrugs.
The group of Slytherins surrounding us goes silent. My face burns and I nod softly. “Right, sorry to interrupt” I turn swiftly and walk away as fast as possible. Sparing myself more embarrassment as my eyes sting as I round the corner.
Holy shit that was actually so embarrassing. What a dick! But I was mean to him…but that was rude! But I also hurt him too.
My mind spirals and I furiously wipe my cheeks. Angry at myself for crying over a man who's spoken less than 4 sentences to me.
By the time I'm sitting in the great hall for dinner, I’ve determined that I deserve it. Drowning in my own misery I try to focus on what Ron is saying but it's difficult to focus since he’s speaking with his mouthful. “Please chew before you speak Ron” I sip my Pumpkin Juice as he sends me an apologetic smile.
“So guessing from your silence.. and your mood, I suppose your apology didn’t go well” Harry speaks up. I sigh, “I don’t want to talk about it” I grumble into my mashed potatoes. “Can we be shocked that your apology didn’t end well? You practically ran at the sight of him for what? 2 weeks and when he speaks to you, you act like he’s delusional.” Ron speaks absent mindedly as he picks chicken pieces off his drumstick. “RON!” Hermione hisses.
He finally glances up seeing Harry’s panic-stricken expression, Hermione's face of rage, and my own look of misery. “Oh it is as awful as I thought” I exclaim putting my face into my hands.
“Well under a brief explanation– yes, but we know you are… a very anxious girl” Hermione explains slowly. I give them all a look of despair before standing. “Oh give me a break” I grumble before stumbling out of the benches.
While walking to my dorm I decide that the next time I see him I’ll apologize, properly.
Later that evening, I find myself walking towards the dungeons. This is not because I’m desperate to apologize. I am mature and owning my mistakes. There is a difference.
“I was being selfish” I whisper under my breath as I round a corner. I grimace, “No too formal. Okay, I’m sorry for being-”
“You alright there?” I nearly jump out of my bones as I yelp in surprise. Fred Weasley stands leaning against a suit of armor smiling with amusement. “Talking to yourself in these dungeons is generally a bad sign.. given the history.” He raises his brows with a smile plastered on his lips. “I’m fine!” I say too quickly my brows furrowing defensively.
“You look terrified” “I am not terrified” he quirks his head to the side analyzing me. “Constipated?” He asks. My eyes widen and my face heats up “what?”. He bursts into laughter but before I can defend the little self dignity I have left. Something slams against my ribs hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs.
I gasp doubling over. In that exact moment a sharp pain erupts across my nose and hand. I tremble as I cup my nose, pulling it back briefly. My fingers and palm are covered in blood. Fred’s expression drops immediately. “What happened?” His frantic voice cuts me from my daze.
Mattheo.
My head immediately turns towards the path to the dungeons. My legs are moving quickly before I even can process the fact that I am running. Gasping and being shot with phantom punches I finally make my way to the Slytherin commonroom. There's a group of students surrounding the entry way. I shove my way through the shouting students and freeze. Mattheo is holding another boy pinned against the stone wall, fist drawn, blood caked on his knuckles. The slytherin 6th year pinned against the wall lunges and punches Mattheo’s ribs. A sharp pulsing pain erupts on my side, choking a gasp from my lips.
“Mattheo!”
His fist stops midair, His head snaps in the direction of my voice. The second his eyes land on the crimson red covering my face his demeanor shifts instantly. The expression of pure rage vanishes from his face and the room falls silent. I feel liquid dripping onto my lips. I raise my hand beneath my nose and am startled by the amount of blood on my fingers.
Mattheo looks murderous again– just not at me. He exhales sharply, stepping back from the slytherin boy who tumbles to the floor. He storms towards me, grabbing my wrist and yanking me forward. “Move.”
He drags me through the crowd, out the corridors, and into an empty classroom. The door slams behind us leaving a beat of silence.
“What were you doing here?” He demands. I stare at him, “are you serious?” my brows furrow. “You’re bleeding.” He steps closer analyzing the injuries on my face that closely mimics my own. “You were fighting!” I exclaim making him take a step back. He pauses, running a hand through his curls. I look down at my bruised and bloody hands as they tremble. “I came to apologize.” I swallow hard. He pauses, “what?”
“I came to apologize for avoiding you. For…lying. For embarrassing you.” I feel my throat constrict, “I was selfish” , my voice soft and wavering. His eyes burn onto my trembling form listening to every word I have to offer. I continue apologizing before I lose courage. “I thought if I ignored it, it would go away, but it didn't. Then, this morning you looked so upset and I realized how awful I’ve been. My face heats up and my eyes sting.
“oh fuck me” I whisper beneath my breath as tears spill down my cheeks. “Sorry,” I mumble, swiping my fingers over my face. “My face hurts.” I mumble. “Don’t apologize for crying” he steps closer. His fingers grip my chin gently tilting my head up. “You’re still bleeding” his breath hitting my face as he inspects my injuries. My eyes lock onto the cuts littering his skin, “I’m aware” I mutter.
He steps back, dropping his hands from my face. “I forgot.” “What?” I ask. “When I was fighting.” His eyes flick from my ribs, then back to my face. “I forgot you’d feel it too.” The guilt in his voice makes my chest ache. “It’s alright” “No– it isn’t” he says, his voice tight. Before I could respond he steps forward and takes my hand, gently this time “Come on.”
I silently follow him, not even bothering to pay attention to where I was being taken. Every step is agonizing pain to my ribs. We enter a doorway and I lift my head meeting Madam Pomfrey’s form. She takes one look at us and closes her eyes, letting out a loud sigh. I’d honestly laugh if I wasn’t in so much pain.
“Shes bleeding.” “Yes, Mr. Riddle I can see that, and you are two. Now take a seat both of you, before I lose my mind quickly, quickly.” Madam Pomfrey fusses, shooing the two of us to a nearby bed. With the wave of her wand the blood is cleaned off my face. She shoves a vial of potion into each of our hands.
“Drink.” We obey in silence. Madam Pomfrey’s hands grip her hips as she glares down at the two of us. “Honestly you two, are you kidding me?!” I glance at Mattheo who's looking at his hands. “I’m sorry Madam Pomfrey” I say looking up at her. She sighs and shakes her head as she cleans up the empty vials. “Children, so young, and so utterly stupid” she mutters under her breath before drawing the curtains around us back and leaving to her office.
The room goes silent. Mattheo sits beside me, elbows on his knees. After a moment he glances up at me. “You came to apologize.” He states, I nod. “And then cried on me.” “My face hurt.” He shakes his head, a smirk tugging his lips. I stare at him, “are you laughing at me?” “Maybe.”
I narrow my eyes, then gently he turns his wrist. The scar that matches mine staring back at me. “Stop running from me.” His voice gruff. I swallow hard, “stop terrifying me.” He turns his head to me with a grin plastered on his face as he leans closer,
“No promises.”
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