Riddle was always someone arrogant who used to tease you, Draco's sister, but he didn't seem to mind much.

You were in the garden with one of your best friends, they were laughing and talking.

What you didn't know was that Mattheo wasn't far away, he was writhing with hatred, you were his, jealousy was eating him up inside. In one quick movement he grabbed you by the arm, taking you to a secluded place.

"Pull that skirt down, I don't want that boy looking at you."