Pansy's moans echoed in his ears, his body felt dirty, the hangover was barely bearable, and guilt spread through his veins like a parasite. you screwed up Mattheo Riddle, you screwed up he repeated himself on a loop as he tried to concentrate on his book.

Your presence in front of him, your angelic form sitting on his bed without shoes while reading about Muggle history, damn idiot he repeated himself every time he remembered how just last night he had another girl in his hands, making her scream his name in an empty classroom.

He was wanting the worst punishment right now, he wanted to tear off every inch of skin touched by the girl that wasn't you, cut off his balls, burn his tongue with a hot spoon, whatever, he wanted to be punished for making that mistake last night.

"Love" He approached you, sitting next to you on top of the dark green quilt, he couldn't tell you, how would he do such a thing? How would he hurt you in such a way?.