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Mattheo got up after I healed his knuckles, pacing slightly almost itching to get something out.
"Look- Bell- I know you hate me and you have every right to but I want you to know that you don't have to fear me. I wouldn't ever hurt you" he turns towards me as he speaks, he was biting on the inside of his cheek.
"Mattheo-" I shake my head not sure why he was telling me all this.

"No- I saw the way you looked at me back there. I scared you, I seem to scare a lot of people but I'm not my father. I'm done doing his dirty work and I want to be good- I really want to but I'm not sure that there's even an ounce of good in me" he breathed out slowly as he practically just confessed to me that he quits being his Dads puppet.

"Mattheo stay here tonight- Snape will do his rounds soon and you don't want to be caught in the girls halls- prefect or not" I bite back my prejudice against the boy in front of me because I believed him.
For the first time since he's been here I believe what came out his mouth.
"Stella shouldn't be back and she'll probably stay in Edith's room" I swallow slightly as I point to her bed.

Edith was some Ravenclaw who Stella was friends with. They'd always have sleepovers after Harry's lessons.
"You sure?" He almost looked confused and I nod making sure he knew that it was fine.
"Thank you" after an hour I led in bed looking up at the dark celling.

I wasn't sure if Mattheo was asleep or not. I didn't feel tired at all.
But as the time went on I could feel myself get more drowsy as I just stared at the empty space above my bed.

Mattheo Riddle POV

I couldn't sleep. I looked over at Bella, she seemed to be sleeping.
When I couldn't sleep I overthink everything and anything.
It's exhausting when there's so much to overthink. My Dads a mass murderer and I'm his double. I could defend myself all I wanted but in many ways, me and him were similar.

That's when I hear Bella start to scream slightly, before jolting up right in bed.
I rushed over worrying that something was wrong
"Bella? You ok?" That's when I realised she had just woken up- obviously from a nightmare.
"I'm sorry- I- that hasn't happened in a long time. I'm sorry" she was out of breath as she held onto her chest, a stranded tear rolling down her cheek as she tried to calm herself.

"It's ok I get them too" after all the things I've seen I get nightmares. They faded as I got older, more use to what I was growing up around but they still happen from time to time.
"I'm sorry- I didn't mean to scare you" her voice broke as she tried to get a grip on her emotions.
"It's ok-" I reassured her again as I hovered over her slightly not sure if she wanted me to touch her- comfort her.

"Jesus-" she gasped as she finally started to seem like herself again.
"Just a nightmare right?" I chuckled lightly as I finally sat next to the girl.
"More like reliving a memory" she scoffed a little before rubbing her face with her hands.
"Cedric?" I asked, wandering if that was the memory that she was referring to.
"I don't want to talk about that- not with you" her voice was colder and I realised that it didn't matter what I do. I'll always be who I am.

I'll  always be Mattheo Riddle. The son of Voldemort himself.
I got up nodding my head as I go to sleep again or at least try.
"I'm sorry- I just can't. I won't talk about him with anybody. I didn't mean for it to sound how it did" Bella got up, both of us stood in the middle of the room staring at each other blankly.

"You meant it that way- and that's ok" I swallow my pride, the urge to shout at her. To ask who she thinks she's talking to like that but I realised she had every right to speak to me that way.
I'd fucked up everything with her.
I fucked up her relationship, her friendship with her friends, read her letters to Cedric, got her in trouble with Umbridge and worse of all. My father killed the person she loved and I'm here to remind her everyday.

"I don't speak about him with anyone and to be honest I definitely won't with you. I can't trust you. I know you want people to trust you. I know you want to be good but all you've shown me is the opposite. Reading letters that I wrote to Cedric- then spreading that around. I can't forgive you" she shook her head at me.
"I told you I didn't spread that- I don't know who did but I didn't!" I pleaded with her, I didn't know why I was so desperate for her to Believe me but I was.

"How can you expect me to believe you!" Her brows squeezed together as she stepped closer.
"Because- we're more alike then you know! And I actually-" I stopped myself from speaking, this was stupid. This whole thing was stupid.
"You what?" She questioned, clearly losing her patience with me.
"I like you Bella. I don't like people. I use them. But you- for some fucked up reason I actually enjoy your company even if your shouting at me" I shake my head huffing as I turn around and sit on the edge of the bed.

"You have to show me you want to be good- I'm not just gunna hear you say it and believe you. For god sake your working for Umbridge after what she did to us. Your as loyal as a Tasmanian devil. Not only to your so called friends but yourself-" she folded her arms across her body, like she was cold. The moon light peeking through the window behind her. Making her look like she was glowing.

"I'd be loyal to you. If you let me" my words were slow and quiet as I looked up at her gently.
Her breathing was faster then normal, she nods her head a little.
"Ok- I'll let you"