Devil of Silver - Mattheo Riddle

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Mattheo and I were both being pulled along out of the Great Hall by Draco who had a hold of both of our arms. "You aren't fucking doing this in here." He spat at both of us as he dragged us down the corridor.

We came to a halt just outside of the doors that let to the courtyard where many people were crowding around as they heard me shouting. "Draco what the fuck?" I hissed at him as I yanked my arm out of his grasp and fixed myself up. Mattheo stayed quiet and kept staring straight at me with a tense look. "So are you going to fucking answer me then?" I muttered to him as I leaned against the wall behind me waiting for his response in which there was none. "This is fucking pathetic. You killed one of my closest friends and you're not even owning up to it" I said as I grabbed my backpack from the ground and started to walk away.

"So are you going to tell her or should I?" I heard Mattheo spitting at Draco from behind me as I quickly turned to face them both again. I noticed how Draco immediately became uncomfortable as he stared at the ground as soon as Mattheo brought him into it. Was he involved? "Tell me what?" I said as I marched back towards them noticing that more people were gathering around staring. "What the fuck are you all staring at? Fuck off!" Draco shouted at them as he lifted his eyes to the crowds in the hall. Immediately, the groups dispersed and I watched until the hall was completely empty with just us alone. "So? Tell me what?" I repeated as I stood in front of the boys folding my arms becoming impatient. They shared confusing looks amongst each other as I then watched Draco rolling his eyes at Mattheo before taking a deep breath and looking back at me.

"You were in on it, weren't you?" I said hesitantly towards Draco not looking at him. I kept my stare at the stone wall behind them and he didn't speak. I pulled out my wand and walked towards him holding the wand up to his throat as I backed him into the wall. I could see him starting to panic which just answered my question easily. He looked down at me furiously as of my actions as I stuck my wand further into his neck causing him to wince in pain. I easily nicked the skin of his neck and as I pulled away, a thin line of blood tarted streaming down his neck as he brought his hand up to stop the bleeding. "What the fuck Y/N? Why did you do that?" He roared at me as he took a step towards me.

"You fucking know exactly why Malfoy. Now get the absolute fuck out of my face." I calmly  muttered to him. I was disgusted with him but I was fuming with Mattheo and was going to deal with him after Malfoy. "You can't talk to me like that." He spat at me as he furrowed his brows looking angrily down at me. "Yes I fucking can, now fucking leave. I swear to god Malfoy. I'm done with you." I hissed watching him taking a step back from me and started to let out a small laugh.

"Fine, that will be the last time I'll ever be sticking up for you Morgan." He said as he looked back at Mattheo and headed back down to the Great Hall. I could feel a pit forming in my stomach from the way he said my last name. The way he said it with disgust like it was the foulest thing on this earth. I forced my eyes away from him leaving and gazed over at Mattheo who was chuckling at Malfoy leaving. I shook my head slightly at him and rolled my eyes as I felt my body tensing up with the sight of him right now. I was furious.

"You have 10 seconds to explain yourself. Now." I snapped at him as he glanced back at me. He kept the same smirk plastered on his face as he looked me up and down. "You know, you should be thankful Y/N.."

"Thankful?! How can I be thankful over you killing someone?!" I whispered violently as I saw Professor McGonagall passing by us into the Great Hall. "You should be thankful because I was going to kill Fred for fucking putting you in the hospital wing so I wanted to hurt him and well it's not my fault George just got in the way." He said playfully walking towards me. His words made my blood boil as I lifted my hand and slapped him across the face.

My body was tensing, I could feel my heart pumping faster and the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I was enraged. I could see my hand print forming on his cheek as his face turned vermilion.