Is he the one; Matteo Riddle

PART SEVENTEEN

It has been a week since that day. Matheo still wasn't talking to you, until today that is. You and Malfoy have been getting closer that whole week and Matheo noticed.

In Potions class Professor Slughorn was turning away for a minute to grab more supplies. Malfoy was talking to you. Scratch that.

Flirting.

Matheo noticed and said "Hey Y/N, I need your help." I turned to face him. "One second Matheo,
I'm talking to Malfoy." I was about to turn around when he said "Please, I need help."

I sighed. "Give me one second Malfoy." I said. I turned around to Matheo. "What do you need help with?"

"I need help understanding something."

"And that is?"

"You said you were done with Malfoy and now y'all are flirting with each other?" I stared at him in disbelief. "One, I'm not flirting with him, I'm just talking to him. Two, it's none of your business." He turned to face me better.

"Look, I know your mad at me for ignoring you for a week but-"

"No." I interrupted him. "I'm not mad at you. You were mad at me for slapping you when you wouldn't keep your hands to yourself." He sighed.

"I know, I'm sorry okay?" I shrugged. "Okay, then stop acting like a jerk and try to get along with Malfoy." He clenched his jaw.

"Jealous Riddle?" Malfoy spoke.

"You wish." Matheo replied. "Both of y'all stop. Neither of y'all are going to win me over acting like this so just stop." I sighed.

I had a massive headache from this already. "Finish yalls work so we can ask if we can leave." They both agreed and continued to do their work.

Five-ten minutes later

The boys were finally done with their work and we were excused from class.

We packed up our stuff and made our way to the Quittich field. "Why are we going to the Quittich field?" Asked Matheo. "Well since you don't know how to play or don't know any of the positions I asked Oliver if we could meet up and he could teach you." I said.

He nodded. We met Oliver out in the Quittich field.

When we got there Oliver handed Matheo a Quittich uniform. "I'm not really the one to play sports." Matheo said as he put the uniform on. "Did you really have to change in front of me?"

I asked in an annoyed voice. He smirked. "Did you see something you liked, Darling?" Matheo replied. My cheeks felt hot and I realized I was blushing.

(Bro this man is so hot in a Quittich uniform)

I rolled my eyes. "You only wish." He laughed and faced back to Oliver. "Well if y'all are done flirting, I'll be taking Matheo and teaching him the positions." I nodded.

Matheo followed Oliver deeper into the field. Malfoy followed to so he could give Matheo tips. I sat down and took out a quill, paper, and book.

I placed the book in my lap and put the paper on the book. I dipped the quill in the floating ink and began to write.

Mother,
I miss y'all. And I'm sorry I haven't kept our promise to write. Things have been crazy recently. I have to basically tutor Matheo Riddle and Draco Malfoy. Yes, Matheo RIDDLE and Draco MALFOY. But I don't want you to worry. Neither of them have hurt me. Matheo is really overprotective of me for some reason. I really don't know why. And Draco wouldn't dare to hurt me with Matheo around. Matheo has gotten into many fights because of me. More than I can count. So please, don't cause trouble at home because if this. And certainly DO NOT tell dad. Thank you and I love you. Bye.

-Yours dearest, Y/N

I folded up the paper and called an owl over. I gave it to the owl and he flew off. I put the book and quill up. When I looked up it had already been 15 minutes.

Lunch would be starting soon. I noticed the boys were all laughing and getting along.

That made me happy. I smiled and stood up. I was about to walk down the bleachers

(The little tower things in the Quittich field)

when something grabbed my wrist and twirled me around.

Lavender.

"Hey Y/N!" She said with the fakest smile.

"Lavender." I hissed.

"The one and only."

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Well I was just going to talk to you about Matheo." She said.

I tried to get her off me but her gripped tightened. She had a tight grip.

"Whatever you have to say I couldn't bother to hear it. So leave me alone."

I growled. She sighed. "Listen, I want you to stay away from him." She used her other hand to grab my robe.

"Let go!" I screamed. She frowned. "If you say so." She threw me backwards and at that moment time froze.

I was falling off the tower. She pushed me off. I was going to die wasn't I? I felt tears trickle down my face. I was to scared to scream for help.

As I was falling I saw the expression on Lavenders face.

That's cocky little smirk.

"If I survive this," I thought. "I'm going to kill her."

I didn't think I was going to survive. I knew, I wasn't going to survive.

I gently closed my eyes. I'm not a believer or anything, but I figured this is the time I would start praying.

Before I knew it I was in the arms of one of the boys.

My face shoved into their warm chest, there arms wrapped around me bridal style, my legs hanging off the end of the Broom stick.

The next thing I knew was I was gripping onto their shirt tightly, crying into their chest.

Could you really blame me? I almost feel to my death.

I heard the boy yelling "Go get a teacher and find a paramedic!" The voice, it was familiar. I knew exactly who it was. It was who I wanted it to be.

Matheo.