Doomed // Draco x Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Year 1. A monster under my bed.

The night is full of darkness. Our most gruesome secrets fail to resist the moonlight, and nothing is left but to set them free, alongside with a boogie man crawling into your life from under the bed, out of a closet. But the scariest monsters live within us. They hide, burnt by the bright light of a day, but shall the night descend upon the town, we let our monster loose.

Desperately loud banging on the door woke Draco up. Instantly, he jumped from under the dunes of silk covers, and rushed to the door.

"Again?" he whispered.

Danielle nodded. Her face was red and puffy as hot tears were running down the cheeks. She was sobbing loudly as she tried to hold the cry, which was cleaving her chest from inside. Draco looked at her like he would look at a lost baby owl. He peeked out of his bedroom to see whether Danielle's whaling didn't wake up any adults.

"Come," he grabbed Danielle's upper arm, dragged in his bedroom. As soon as the boy closed a door behind him, Dani erupted with tears.

"Shhh, it's just a dream," Draco wrapped his arms around Danielle's neck, and started petting her on the back, as she weakly landed her head on the kid's shoulder and gripped onto a silver locket with a snake on her neck. Whenever monsters from within were arousing, making her life unbearable, she would hold tight onto the locket with two black and white photographs inside – endlessly beautiful girl with long and smooth, like silk, blond hair, and a dark-haired man with eyes so profound one could drown in them.

Two little figures stood there, in the middle of a vast bedroom, with their arms wrapped tightly around each other until Danielle ran out of tears, and she had nothing left but dry and quiet whimper.

She loosened her grip to wipe the moisture off her face, and Draco followed the same. He looked at the ornated wooden clock on the opposite wall, and asked: "Want some cake?"

Danielle gave him a slightest smirk, and they tiptoed silently down the marble staircase to the kitchen.

They munched quietly on Draco's birthday cake for some time, until the boy grew confident to break the silence: "They are getting worse, aren't they? Those...nightmares of yours?"

A girl shrugged, whilst mindlessly going through the cake with a fork.

"Draco?" she looked at him timidly: "Do you ever have nightmares?"

He looked up thinking: "One time I had a dream about my father telling me I was a squib."

"Your papa is quite scary," said Dani.

"He is not scary," chortled Draco: "He is just...serious."

"Are you also going to be this serious when you grow up?"

"I think so," he nodded after thinking for a moment.

"Mama says no serious man will ever marry me if I keep acting like this," Dani kept staring at her plate until she suddenly looked up at Draco, and a smirk played on her face: "So, you are going to get a girlfriend in Hogwarts?"

"What?" Draco squinted: "Why would I?" he spat.

"I mean, your parents met at school. Aren't you excited?" she leaned towards him from across the table.

"I will never marry," Draco shook his blond head looking into Dani's curious eyes. "Girls are stupid," he spat. "And boring," he added.

"What?!" shouted Dani with a whisper: "I am not stupid, and I am a girl!"

"That's different," rolled his eyes Draco as if he said the most obvious thing in the world: "You are a friend, foremost. And then a girl."

"And others?" asked still confused Dani.

"And others are just..." paused Draco thinking of the best way to express his thoughts: "Girls"

Danielle squinted her eyes, struggling to understand boys' logic.

"I suppose I would just marry you then," Draco mumbled after several minutes of deep thinking process.

"Why would I agree?" she scoffed.

"Because nobody else wouldn't take you," chortled Draco. A moment later a fork was already flying his way.

"Consider it charity," he gagged.

They sat on the kitchen for a while that night. They ate cake, moved on to ice cream, talked about future first year in school, Draco told Dani about Harry Potter and how he was planning to become best friends with The Boy Who Lived, Dani told Draco how she hated the idea of going back to France, and they both were dreaming of how perfect would it be if they went to the same school. Almost falling asleep, they trudged upstairs.

Draco's birthday came to an end, but in a matter of two months they were already celebrating Dani's 11th birthday.

Only did they blink, their ways parted for what it seemed forever – Draco's train took him to the Scottish Highlands, and Danielle's headed off to the Pyrenees. A whole new life started to unfold for both.