Anger to Fake
Narrator POV
Everyone heard the scream. They knew who it was from. Those similar screams could be heard all night. But no one was bothered. In fact, most slept through them. It wasn't until 10 minutes later, did some become worried. And then they came from the girls tower. Students now became worried and rushed from their dorms. Once everyone was in the common room, Harry Potter could be seen floating in the air. He seemed unconscious. Then appeared Luciana Ines, sobbing, her hair a mess. A furious girl came out of the room dragging Luciana. Finally, students recognised the brown haired boy sitting on their couch, a blunt hanging from his mouth and a smirk on his lips. The Slytherin uniforms was too clear not to be noticed.
"Stop it you bitch!" Luciana screamed. Orabelle stopped dragging her, throwing her down the stairs. Thud! She came down the stairs and crouched down to face Luciana. A smirk was present on her face, her shirt holding pellets of blood.
"I would like to thank you for that. But if I'm a bitch, that means you must be the slut in this situation. You messed with the queen, you get to deal with her" She spoke with a harsh tone. Using her powers, Luciana was lifted next to Harry. Mattheo came up next to Orabelle and they looked around. Everyone was in shock. They decided to leave a note for everyone. It read:
Dear Gryffindor,
Remember who your leaders are. Next time you want to beat and rape a girl, think of the consciousness. Especially when she is higher than all of you. Keep your filthy hands to yourselves. Potter needs to keep his dick controlled or we won't be so forgiving next time. Good night.
M.S.R. (A.N. if you are confused this stands for Miss Slytherin and Riddle)
By the time McGonagall came, the students were obliviated. Harry and Luciana were laying on the couch with Ron and Hermione next to them. The two friends were in shock of what they were reading. The professor tried to ask what happened but no one could remember. It was a difficult night for the house.
Mattheo and Orabelle skipped through the halls, finding their way back to their dorms. It was dark in the castle and no teachers were anywhere. Mattheo had given Orabelle his jacket to cover her shirt that still had blood on it. They stopped and leaned on the wall of a corridor for a while before continuing walking.
"So, did they send you for me or did you volunteer?" She asked him after a while. Even in the dark, Orabelle saw a small blush. She laughed and grabbed his hand. "I thought so. But I'm surprised that Pansy isn't running down these halls with Alice trailing behind her looking for me" Footsteps were heard behind them and Mattheo pulled her into a broom cupboard.
"Sorry if this is too cozy angel. Don't want to be caught now" He whispered in her ear. His rough voice made Orabelle flustered. Mattheo saw this and grinned.
"Can I make a request right now?" She asked. A confused look and a nod were all she saw. " Do me a favour. Fuck up the friendship" She whispered to him. Not even a second after, Mattheo had bent down and was harshly kissing her. He gripped the back of her head and back as her arms made their way around his neck. Slightly tilting her head up, Mattheo began kissing her neck. Small moans were heard throughout the cupboard. After a while they stopped and left the cupboard.
As they walked down the stairs of the dungeons, Orabelle came up to Mattheo and grabbed his hand. She intertwined their fingers and kept walking. Upon entering the common room, their friends were nowhere to be seen. But the loud shouting from Orabelle's dorm indicated that they were clearly all here.
"They should be here by now!"
"We have to wait! Mattheo said he would get her"
"Ya? And Riddle is also hated by a lot of people so who knows what could of happened to him!"
"She's been given a love potion! I don't think it would be easy to just have Belle agree to come here!"
Mattheo and Orabelle walked in and everyone stopped yelling. Pansy and Alice didn't hesitate to run to Orabelle and hug her. The three hugged for a minute.
"We were worried when you guys didn't come back. I thought he failed and we had to come get you both. But, how are you not under the love potion?" Alice said. Orabelle moved out of their grip and sat on her bed.
"It wore off. Mattheo found me in the halls and we went to Gryffindor common room. They finally got what was deserved. Not to mention how they all got their memories wiped so they have no idea who did it. I'd say it was successful. But what about a movie? The boys have a bigger dorm so we can watch in there" She said. Everyone agreed and went to set up. Orabelle stayed in her dorm and got out a change of clothes. She sat on her bed for a little and thought. But a knocked on the door took her from her thoughts.
"Hey. I just thought about your marks and are you ok with they seeing them?" Mattheo asked. He stood in the doorway and looked very sympathetic. Orabelle gave a soft smile and turned away.
"Honestly, I'm just going to cover them up. No one needs to see it. And they show how weak I can be" She told him. Her voice broke a bit and a tear came down her face. Mattheo came closer and shut the door. He kneeled in front of her and lifted her chin with his hand.
"Look. Your scars and bruises don't mean you're weak or anything. They mean you're stronger than before, especially because you still walk with your head held high." He told her. Mattheo gave a smirk and leaned to her ear. "Plus, scars make you look hotter" He whispered. Then he left the room, leaving Orabelle alone. His words swirled in her mind. But something blocked them and she took her blade. A small mark was left on her shoulder, just in a spot it could blend in with her others. A movie was playing when she got into the dorm.
Everyone was happy to see her. So they all watched the movie, laughing and smiling together. A mask was over her face in the moment and no one could tell. Her mind was in a different place than shown. And he could tell. He read her mind all night and knew what she had done. He knew she was faking it. But he never said anything. The only goal was to stop these thoughts. But that would take some work.