Doomed // Draco x Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Year 1. Summer

"Draco!" a high-pitched voice of a little girl broke through a wall of pouring rain as she escaped from under her mother's umbrella and ran towards a platinum blond boy with the sleek hair, leaning at the the doorway.

Her mother scoffed, trying to avoid having a mental breakdown, when she saw her daughter running under the rain, mud flying from under her polished white boots onto her pale blue cape and dress.

The rain was blurring Danielle's vision, but she used a glistening white head of her dear friend as a focal point, a lighthouse to help her reach the shore through the violent storm. At last, she threw herself onto the boy's neck, her arms snaking around him in a firm embrace.

"Ew," he made a wry face followed by a giggle. "Get off me, you are wet as a drowned rat!"

"You could do with some shower, Malfoy. Have you seen your greasy hair?" she chuckled, splashing the moisture into his face.

"It's sopophorous hair gel, you dimwit," he caught her hands, spun her around, and gripped firmly with his arm almost choking the girl.

"Merlin's beard, what's going on here?" Narcissa's voice behind their backs made Draco loosen his grip immediately.

"I'm sorry, mother," he straightened up, his eyes on the floor.

"Sorry," Danielle sheepishly looked down.

The lead gloomy skies thickened, and heavy rain pattered on the stained glass windows, whilst Malfoys and Riddles gathered around the dinner table. Whilst parents were discussing the latest news, children were expected to have a certain level of manners, meaning keeping their mouth shut unless they are talked to, joggling around quietly between a dinner fork, a salad fork and a dozen of other ridiculously specific utensils. When, finally, the parents retire to the drawing room, the restraining chains of etiquette and obnoxious mannerism fall to the ground.

The children ran upstairs, trying to beat each other to it, and settled comfortably onto Draco's bed. They ate chocolate frogs, played magic cards, their faces wrinkled and twisted many times to the random tastes of magic beans, Draco complained about an unbearable prick called Harry Potter (even though he complained about him in every single letter of his), as well as how deeply offended he was with the number of filthy mudbloods in Hogwarts.

"What a pathetic excuse of a school it is, Dani," he scoffed. "At least, my father promised to get me on a Quidditch team next year."

"But you got plenty of friends there," she mumbled.

"Oh, please, a bunch of knobheads," his eyes rolled. "Have you met anyone decent in school?"

"I mean, there are de Foix twins, more like twits," she scoffed. "Millefeauille is okay," she continued.

"Wait, Millefeauille as in -" Draco interrupted her, his eyebrows risen and eyes lit up with curiosity.

"Yeah, as if muggle-murdering baker," she replied.

"I like that," he grinned as Danielle rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," she paused for a moment contemplating whether to bring her only true friend in Beauxbatons out of the shadows, or to keep him secret and avoid all the annoying remarks and stupid jokes that Malfoy would make. After the decision had been made, she proceeded: "There is also this kid, well, you could say he is a friend," she stuttered, as Draco's  eyebrow arched.

"Riddle, have you-"

"Don't you dare, Malfoy," she threatened him with a pointed finger, knowing very well what was coming.

"Got a boyfriend?" he leaned in to her, grinning in her annoyed face.

"Oh, piss off, not gonna tell you a thing," she grabbed a pillow and threw it into Draco's face.