them making you
cry as enemies...

• 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 •

Great start to my week; I'm on my period. So naturally, I'm going to be emotional and sensitive.

But anyway, I've got to push through.

Like normal, I get dressed, pack some of my textbooks into my hangbag and left my dorm for classes.

Soon enough, my least favourite part of the whole day came around.

My 2nd and 3rd class which were both DADA. And Tom was in both of them. And just to my luck. He sat next to me.

I sit down in my seat, trying not to even look at him. He's at the other side of the classroom chatting with his friends.

The professor hadn't arrived yet, so the class was still a little talkative and not everyone was in their assigned seats.

I was chatting with one of my friends who sat infront of me, but quickly sat down properly when the lesson started.

Tom sat next to me too, and I didn't even look at him. I didn't put any makeup on today, and my hair was just in a pony.

No effort. I didn't cake makeup on everyday, but just mascara and lipgloss always helped.

"You're look way worse than usual today, huh? And that's saying something."

I ignore him, but it does hurt a little.

"You shy? Cat got your tounge?"

"Stop, Tom." I mumble and he chuckles.

I start doing my work, an activity that was passed, while Tom just doesn't shut up.

"Less effort than usual today? Not that anything can help. You look like you-"

My lip starts trembling, tears prickling my eyes. I try and blink them away but I think he realizes.

"You're gonna cry?"

"N- No. No, Tom, stop." I say quietly.

He raises a brow this time. "Okay, jeez. Dramatic much?"

"I'm not being dramatic, Tom! Y- You're so mean to me! All the time!" I say, not yelling but louder than a whisper.

I don't even ask to be excused, I just leave. Like I said, I was very emotional my looks are one of the things I care about and like... damn.

I was probably going to regret this later and he probably was going to continue being a prick after this.

I jog down the halls, my tears blurring my vision. I end up, not lost. Just... not knowing where I am.

It's a basic hallway. No one around. I let myself just fall on my butt, knees up to my face.

"Y/n? For fucks sake, where are you?!"

Tom's voice echoes through the end of the hallway and I quieten down a little. The last thing I need is him here.

"Y/n... don't cry. Please."

I try and get up and I feel Tom behind me as I walk away. He doesn't stop me, just comes up infront of me.

He holds my elbows so that I don't bump into him and I scoff. "Leave me alone."

"I'm sorry. Y/n, don't be like that with me."

"Be like that with you? You're like this all the time with me! You- You're always such a prick!"

"I- I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? I hate looking in the mirror because of you, but you're sorry so it's fine."

"Huh? You're beautiful, what do you mean?"

I stop for a second. What is happening? What did Tom just say?

Since the moment I've met him, he has been nothing but nasty to me and now he's... telling me I'm beautiful. What?

"I- I don't know why I'm like this to you... You're such a good person, you're everything I'm not and I can't take that. I don't resent you, I kind of admire you. I- Look, I don't know what I'm saying, I'm just sorry. I think you're beautiful and I just switch when I'm around you. I promise that I'm not that bad of a person. I... I really, really want you to forgive me and... we'll cross another bridge when we get there."

-

I have a lot of thinking to do, forgiving Tom and all that. He's been really good to me recently though.

I can tell that he wants to be more than just friends, but again, I have lots of thinking to do.

He is a good guy. We'll see, anyway.

• 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 •

After lunch, I had a free period so I decided to spend some time in the courtyard studying for some upcoming exams.

I sat down, opening my laptop snd picking a film to watch while studying. I decided, and then went to get my books in my bag, only to realise I forgot them in the great hall.

I quickly got up, laptop in hand and jogged back to the great hall. Ironically, I bumped into someone.

I fell on the ground; I was jogging snd theh were walking so the impact made that happen.

Luckily, my laptop stayed in it's case and landed on top of me.

And, because I'm the luckiest person on earth, it was Malfoy.

The boy that had despised me since we had met. I had never even done anything to him, but what I gathered was that he was just a bad person.

"Y/n... let me help you up." He says, smirking at his friends and reaching his hand out for me to take.

I raise a brow, but take his hand anyway.

He brings me up at a little and I relax, but then he leta go of my hand and I fall back down with a thump.

He starts laughing with his friends and I'm so embarrassed. But in like a millisecond, the embarrassment turned into anger.

I quickly got up, but the tears streaming down my face were unmistakable.

I jogged away to the great hall, but I didn't get far before someone grabbed my wrist.

Who do you think?

Malfoy.

I sniffed, tears still fresh

"Y/n, wait. Don't cry."

I scoff, anger rising. "What do you want, Draco! You've humiliated me enough!" I said, still crying.

I'm so embarrassed. What he did was embarrassing for me and I was pissed.

"I'm sorry, okay? It hurts to see you cry because of something I did."

I scoffed again, is he taking the mick?

"Gosh, you don't even know. I cry every night because of you! Everything that you say and do hurts! Why do you keep doing this?"

He hesitated, looking back at his friends. "They make me do this... I swear. I promise I'll stop. J- Just please forgive me. Don't cry because of me, it's not worth it."

I look everywhere but his eyes. "I- It's fine, I guess."

"I'll make it up to you. Promise."

And he did.

• 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 •

After breakfast, we had charms with hufflepuff. An alright class, would've been better if Lorenzo wasn't in it too.

It had been going alright, I was paired with my friend snd we did the activity together.

It was a written one, nothing special but better than most classes.

While writing, I dropped my pen and quickly squatted down to get it. As I reached for it, a black trainer stepped on it.

I looked up. For fucks sake.

Lorenzo.

He was with his friends and I sighed. What now?

"You look good from down there. Probably used to it, huh? Slut."

"You're such a fucking perv, Berkshire." He laughed even more, not taking his foot off my pen, and instead, grabbing my notebook.

I didn't wanna make a scene, so I just got up, tears already at my cheeks as I leave the class.

I ran off to the common room, the teacher doesn't realize, but Lorenzo sure does.

I hear the thump of my notebook and pen being placed back, and Lorenzo coming after me.

I'm crying so hard now. I'm not sure why. It was just humiliating.

"Y/n! Come back!"

He calls after me. It doesn't even take 2 minutes for him to grab my wrist.

"Y/n, I was joking!"

I struggled out of his grip and ran to my dorm. "All you know how to do is fucking humiliate me!" I yell as I reach the door.

He stands in front of it.

"Can I explain?"

"No! Don't talk to me again! I'm so done with all your stupid little jokes!"

I pushed him away, getting in my dorm and slamming it behind me.

I decided to take a bath; calm down.

I took about 20 minutes, and when I came out, in my towel with hair wet, there was an intruder on my bed.

Lorenzo.

He was holding some red roses, puppy dog look on his face. He instantly stands up.

"Y/n... I know that I've been being so, so unfair to you for a while and I'm so upset. Upaet with myself. I promise that I'm not a bad guy. I'm really not."

I nod. I can emphasize with him.

"I... you're good. It... It's fine. But if this happens again, I'm telling Dumbledore."

Lorenzo's dad knew Dumbledore personally and so this was the best way I could threaten him.

"I swear that it won't."

And that was that.

• 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐢 •

After dinner on a Friday. Best part of the week. Before the weekend, the best vibe.

Me and my friends decided to crash in the common room, playing uno and listening to music.

The boys - Blaise & company - were sitting on another couch, thank the Lord.

After a little while, my phone rang. I had already won the game, so I picked up. It was Credric from Hufflepuff.

I smiled as we chatted. We were really good friends and planned to go to Hogsmede together on Sunday.

I walked away, mindlessly tracing my fingers over a bookshelf as we chatted. I probably said his name once or twice and Blaise probably realized that I was talking to a boy.

I continued walking and chatting and as soon as I walked even near to Blaise I heard them start talking louder.

"God, she's such a slut." Blaise said while laughing. Even if I was on the phone, I still heard him and felt a pang in my heart.

I continued talking for like 5 minutes and then hung up, tears were stresming down my face at this point.

All his friends were laughing at me and I glanced at Blaise before storming off.

Good that we're in the common room, easier to get to my dorm. I barely get up the stairs before he's right behind me.

"Y/n, I was joking!"

"Oh my God, fuck you." I start unlocking my dorm and he stops the door with his foot when I try close it.

"I'm sorry. Please, let me talk to you. Don't cry."

I sniff and just give up trying to close the door, sitting on my bed and wiping my tears.

"Sweetheart... don't cry because of me." He sits next to me and puts his arm over me.

"I'm so sorry... I don't know why I even said what I said. Don't take anything I aay to heart... I just wanna be cool because of my friends. I don't mean anything I say... you're a good person, you're-"

I cut him off, not wanting the complements that inevitably lead to something else.

"It's whatever." I snap and he sighs.

"Let me make it up to you? I know it might be difficult but please give me a 2nd chance."

I nod, and he embraces me. The hug last about 3 minutes and we laugh.

• 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 •

A few days ago, Fred and George invited me and Pansy to a party. He invited a few other people from our house too.

I knew that Theodore's little group would be there too, but I had planned on just ignoring them.

A week before the invite, I had already bought a really pretty dress and was thankfuk for the opportunity to wear it.

It was sage, thick material with a slit in the middle. It flattered my body and I was in love with it.

I put on some black block heels and finished doing my hair, my makeup was flawless and I couldn't feel better when me and Pansy walked out of my dorm.

-

As soon as we arrived, me and Pansy wrnt to grab a drink. A bottle of vodka. Theodore and Mattheo were both at the bar, but we ignored them.

Mattheo snatched Pansy with his sweet voice and she blew me a kiss before leaving.

I tapped my nails on the counter, waiting for the guy to get the bottle.

I ignored Theodore best I could. He didn't ignore me.

"What's with the dress?" He snickered and suddenly I felt bad about the kilo I gained this week.

"You look like a whore in it." He spits and I suck in a breath, looking at him. I open my mouth to say something, but tears come out of my eyes instead.

I jog away from him and out of the party. Pansy was snogging Mattheo and didn't realise anyway.

I sat on the stairs, crying.

I had felt so good about myself. I was rocking this outfit until 5 minutes ago.

After a while, I felt an arm around me and I instantly shook it off, scoffing. I knew that it was Theodore because of the cologne.

"Leave me alone, you fucking dick." I say and he raises a brow.

"I'm really sorry. I don't know why I said what I did. You look so gorgeous, honest. Don't cry over anything I said. Please."

"You're such a... a..." I get choked up and he holds me close again.

"I know, baby." I can't even be asked to respond when he calls me this.

It sounds like Theodore to 'baby' a girl who he's been torturing for years. Thinking that it will be fixed.

"Don't baby me." I manage.

He chuckles. "Jokes aside, I'm really sorry and don't forgive me just yet. I want to prove that I'm sorry. Dinner? 6pm tomorrow?"

"You move fast."

He grins, nodding.

"Sure, Nott. 6pm."

He helps me up and hugs me, hands sneakily placed on my waist. "It's a date?"

"It is definitely not a date." I say and he laughs.

"You look beautiful, okay? I mean it."

I tut. "Too late." I joke.

"Don't do that to me!" We stay like that for a hot minute, joking together.

In a wild turn of events, dinner went really well and we're... friends?

• 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 •

After lunch, I had transfiguration with McGonagall. My least favourite class by far.

The only person that kept me sane in this class was Astoria. Best friend for real. She knew about the situation with Matthe and ignored him with me.

Mattheo often made fun of me and I hated it. I couldn't be myself in fear of anything he would say.

"I want you to all transform this cup into a plate." McGonagall snapped me out of my thoughts, handing me a cup.

I had read about this a few nights ago, and so I knew how to do this and was done in 5 minutes.

"Congratulations, Y/n! 10 points for Slytherin!"

I smile, proud of myself, getting up and handing McGonagall the plate.

When I walk back to my seat, I see Mattheo with my wand in his hand. "For fucks sake." I mumble.

He sat behind me and so he probably just snatched it. I cursed him off as I took it back, sitting in my seat.

Not long after, a paper ball hit the back of my head. "Congratulations, princess." Mattheo mocked McGonagall.

"Oh my God, shut up Riddle."

Two more paper balls hit the back of my head again and I turned around. "Quit, Riddle. Stop being fucking annoying."

"Don't speak to me with that attitude, darling." He smirked at me and I opened my mouth to speak.

I was so pissed at him. The empty nicknames and annoying me for his own pleasure.

I got interruptsd by Astoria asking for my help on the activity. I got up, walking over to help her.

I came back to my chair, and as I went to sit down, Mattheo used his feet from under his desk to pull the chair from beneath me.

I fell to the floor and heard him chuckle.

That's just humiliation.

I grab my books, tears streaming down my face and I storm out.

"Mr Riddle! What were you think..." McGonagall's voice trails off and I run anyway to a random hallway.

I sit on the floor and start crying. Why was he like this with me?

After 5 minutes, I hear footsteps coming closer to me. I sniff, still crying but trying to ignore the noise.

Mattheo sat next to me. "Hey..."

I ignore him. He wasn't worth it. But I felt his arm go around me and I cried harder.

"Don't even fucking try." I say, trying to move away.

"Y/n... I'm sorry. You know I can be an asshole sometimes."

"Everyone already knows that. And no, not somtimes. Everytime."

He bites his lip, nervous.

"I never meant to make you cry."

"Is that a joke? Fuck you." I snap.

"I do care about you. Even if I don't show it, I always..."

-

It's going to take a very long while, but maybe me and Mattheo can start getting along.

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