as the world caves in; mattheo riddle

"Be a good girl and be quiet for me now, yeah?"

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October 22, 1996

I haven't talked to Riddle since the party, some part of me was relieved. In the few times he actually did show up to class, he stayed quiet, stealing a few glances every now and again. But his words still plagued my mind, a constant thought in the back of my head that kept chipping until I eventually snap. Curse him for being so cryptic.

I don't know why he had such an impact on me. I knew it was stupid, but yet he had an infuriating way of getting under my skin. One thing I do know is how much he enjoys it, I can see it written all over the smirk that's constantly on his face. But I'm not the only one. He enjoys taunting people and causing chaos, sitting back and watching as the world caves in around him.

It was nearing Halloween, my favorite holiday. I loved everything about it: the dressing up, the fall atmosphere, the pumpkins that float in the great hall, the food, the parties, everything. I sat in the library, attempting to finish my essay for History of Magic, but instead, I was daydreaming. I held my quill loosely in my hand as I stared off into space, not hearing footsteps coming up behind me.

"What're you doing?" I jump as a voice whispers lowly in my ear. I snap my head, my heart just about jumping out of my chest before letting out a sight of relief.

"Merlin, you scared me." I say, placing a hand over my chest to slow down my heart rate. He lets out a chuckle, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek as he takes a seat next to me.

"I'm sorry, princess," Miles gives me a sly smirk, settling into the library chair. "daydreaming again?"

"More like making an unsuccessful attempt at writing about the Witch Trials." I set down my quill, crossing my arms over my chest and sitting back in my chair as I peer over at him.

"Well, I could think of a few healthy distractions." he replies, placing his hand on my thigh, tracing gentle circles around my skin.

"You're funny." I say, rolling my eyes playfully.

"Who said I'm joking?" he cocks his head, his eyes flickering to my lips suggestively.

Even if it had only been just under two months, I feel like I've known Miles for so much longer. There was a small part of me that was skeptical of him at first, but I really feel like this could go somewhere. He's they type of guy that you can spend talking till 4 am and not realize, or simply sit in silence and just enjoy each other's presence. He actually treated me right for once.

"I really need to get my homework done." I say, placing my hand over his, making him look up and meet my gaze. "Plus we're in the library." I laugh.

"I can be quiet." he says, his lips curling into a grin as he looks at me.

"You're so dirty." I tease, letting go of his hand as I grab my quill once again.

I turn back towards my work, focusing on the parchment below me as I look to where I left off. I could feel his gaze burning into me as his hand crept higher up, making my breath shallow in my chest as he left a trail of goosebumps on my skin.

My hand gripped my quill, knuckles turning white as he inched up my skirt. His fingers grazed my panties as he studied my reaction. I closed my eyes for a moment, gaining my composure.