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The night is approaching and I couldn't help but feel the dark magic around me. It wasn't pleasant to say the least. I can't comprehend how alone I feel while everyone is by my side.
I feel like something's really off. I wanted it to be a dream and just wake up in my dorm with Pansy by my side, like always. But I don't think there will be an always.
Mattheo's in the bathroom. He's showering. I can't help but think about him. Oh, but that's wrong. I can't to my best friend. I can't let Pansy down. But I need to be clear. I need to tell her. Best friends never keep secrets from each other.
"Pansy, I need to tell you something. But don't get mad at me, OK?" I begged God for mercy.
"Of course. Tell me everything that's on your mind. Don't worry." She questioned me with her eyes.
"I'm in love with Matt." I saw saddness take over her. I felt bad for a moment. Maybe she didn't need to know that. I was unsure of myself.
"They are your feelings. I can't control them, but let's make a deal. An agreement let's say." She said with a cool tone. Man, she was always so put together.
"No problem. Anything to clear this." I said reasuring her.
"I have Matt. You can do anything you want, or need. Just leave him for me." I could hear the arrogance in her voice.
I looked at her in the eyes and slapped her.
"How could ypu be so arrogant! I shouldn't have spilled it to you. And for your information, Matt is closer to me than you. That time I hugged him today, I also kissed him and he didn't hold back." I said. Now I am full of anger.
"Well, for your information, I know him better. I know all his most desiered secrets. And gess what! His deepest secret is that he likes me back." She said.
I know that's not true. His deepest secret is his scar on his hip. I'm the only one that knows about it because he came to me for comfort and i helped him heal it. Well, I tried.
Just then, he walked out. His hair was covering his forhead, dripping wet. He looked annoyed. I could feel it in his stance. I looked over him and he gave me the 'I know, right?' look, with a hint of 'what's her problem?'.
"That's a lie." He said coldly. "Oh shut it Riddle. Everyone can see it. Everyone but you! You like me back and you know it!" She said with an arrogant, angry look.
I just watched Mattheo's bottle spill over. It was the last straw. "That isn't true! And don't come for me with the: '3rd year party, don't you remember?' part. That was more than a year ago." She laughed at him. "Good try silly boy. If you're so sure of yourself, prove it. Snogg Y/n right now. In front of me."
My anger turned into fear. I didn't know what to do so I jast stood there, helpless. Mattheo nodded and walked over to me. He clinged his left hand on my sholder and the other pushed my head in his lips. I then pulled him close and started to introduse my thoung.
It was like a routine. Every time, if it happened at parties, we'd start with a peck on the lips. Then came the toungh and then the actual dirty part. I know his language and he knows mine. We are like a cap to a bottle.
"How dare you! I was your first love and you just left me hanging! Do you not understand how hard this is to me?" She asked, fuming. I really felt bad for her, and the things she said to me just this moment are not who she usually is. I can't believe her. She always does this over boys, though. She sees me happy and she tries to sabotage me. I am a fool and always forget how she is, so I tell her everything and she makes sure that I remembered who she is.
Bu she's my best friend! I don't want to loose her over a boy! That just isn't good! I don't want it like that! And especially in these surcumstances right now in the world. The Dark Lord is rising and who knows how long we have till the end. Who knows if the last thing of our friend group if we dye, will be a fight. I don't want that to ever happen! But life just has to give it to me. Always.
Pansy stormed out. I knew this would happen but I didn't want to stop her. I just needed a moment for myself. I needed to cool down. I tried but it was hard.
The air in the room is stuffy. I can't help but think about every possible way I could save our friendship. I know I can't deal with this anymore. I wanted to live normaly. To have a happy life. But every time I tried, she takes it away, like a mad girl she is. Attention seeker.
Matt looked me in the eyes. Filled with pitty and sorrow, he hugged me tight. "What happened, princess? How did you get to a fight?" He whispered.
I just breathed the air, and his fresh cologne. I couldn't talk about it. What should I have said? Oh, I comfessed my love for you and she took your attention from me. I'm not like her. I will never be. That's her thing.
We talked for a bit and a question poped over my mind. "Matt, is it true? Your father was there? In the graveyard with me, right? That night in the maze. He stood in front of me."
"Y/n, I think you know the answer. You're clever. I can't break your path of the Prophecy." He said.
"He stood there, and told me unspeakable things. Bad." I now started crying.
I remembered that moment clearly. His words cut trough my mental shield. He told me that I was never going to get my deepest desire. He knew what it meant. He was in my head. He knew every little detail.
You'll never get Matt. I'll do everything! You will cry and cry and dye from sorrow! And it's all your choice. At least it was! Look at me in the eyes and say that you want the dark mark and everything I just said doesn't have to be true.
But I didn't. I stood my guard and never gave him my hand. But that means that I signed my life away from Mattheo. It's just the truth I had to live with the rest of my life. He was my soft spot and Voldemort knew it. The worst part is, Mattheo didn't do anything about it. That made it hirt even more.