Secrets (Mattheo Riddle x Reader)

XII

After I stopped puking, I felt a lot better. I wiped my face.
"Well that's embarrassing." I said.
"We've all been there." He said, making me feel a bit better.
I quickly brushed my teeth, wanting to get rid of the taste in my mouth.
I walked back to my dorm, and saw that Mattheo was already in the bed, he left space for me. I slid in, and a few minutes later, felt his arms wrap around me. I knew he was awake, and I had a feeling he knew I was too. We slept.

The next morning I woke up, Mattheo was still asleep, which I knew was pretty rare, so I moved slowly, trying not to wake him. I pulled his arms off me and silently slithered out of bed. Something was off today, I didn't feel tired at all. I went for a walk around the school, there was no purpose, I just felt like it.

         ~~~~~~~~Mattheo POV~~~~~~~
I opened my eyes, everyone was still in bed bed, but Y/n was gone.
"Good morning." Pansy whispered from her bed.
"Morning." I replied.
"Where's Y/n?" She asked.
"Dunno. She must have left."
"Oof! Y/n got up before us?"
"Shhhhhh! My head hurts." Draco hissed from his bed.
"Me too man." Now awoken Blaise added.
"Same." Tom groaned.
I didn't realise everyone was awake. We all got out of bed and were stumbling around.
"Does anyone remember anything about last night?" Blaise asked.
"Oh! I remember Y/n making out with you." Pans pointed at me.
"We weren't making out. It was just a kiss, like you dared us too." I snapped, I'm not sure why though.
"Admit it, you totally like her bro." Tom said.
"Admit it." They kept saying.
"No. I don't like Y/n! She's annoying, and a bit of a bitch if you ask me. I wouldn't like her, ever! No one likes her. I only hang around her because I petty her, alright?" I said.
Everyone's faces turned serious, as their eyes fell on something behind me.
" Hey guys." I heard Y/n's voice say from behind me. I spun to see her standing there. She must have heard that whole thing because she was looking at me sadly.
'Shit!' I thought.
None of us said a thing for what felt like forever.
"This is awkward." I heard a hungover Tom whisper a little too loudly, breaking the silence.
"I was just leaving." She said turning to leave.
She stepped back out into the hallways. I waited a second before following her.
"Wait! Y/n!" I said, jogging to catch up with her. She slowed down for me and I faced her.
"What do you want?" She asked, straight to the point. Attempting to escape me.
"You know I didn't actually mean that right?"
"I think you made yourself very clear on how you feel about me. And FYI I don't need your petty." She quoted me from just before. She spoke not looking at me.
"No they were just being asses, I only said that so they'd leave me alone."
"Ok." She said with a shrug.
"Are we good?"
"Fine." She said with a smile that was very obviously fake, before walking off.
I sighed. Why did I say that?  I didn't see her for the rest of the day after that, I trusted- hoped that she would forgive me.

Out of the blue Tom and I were called back home by our father to have a family discussion.
Neither of us knew what this was about, but obeyed.
We met him on Saturday afternoon. He was sitting at the head of a long meeting table which was usually occupied by the higher members of the death eaters. Tom and I were shown in by on of our fathers masked puppets. We sat on opposite sides of him. It was silent, the only noise was the echoes of our footsteps.
I looked down at the table, as did Tom.
"Boys, you're probably wondering why you're here. Well there's someone here who I want you to talk to. BELLATRIX!" He called.
The doors of the room flung open and two people walked in. One being Bellatrtix Lestrange, my dads accomplice, she was one of the higher members in the death eaters, who could only be described as none other than crazy. The other, was Y/n. She had her hands tied behind her back, she was being held still by Bellatrix, her knife pressing into Y/n's throat. Blood, streaming down from the tip of the blade. As I looked longer I noticed bruising around Y/n's eye, and a cut on her lip. She was in rough shape. Someone had bet her up.
Y/n's eyes laying on Tom and I, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why has our father done this? She is innocent, she never did anything to the death eaters, so why would lord Voldemort do this to her? More importantly why would he bring Tom and I, just so we could watch her suffer?
"I hope you have calmed down by now Y/n." Voldemort said casually.
"Fuck you!" She snarled, causing Bellatrix to dig the blade deeper into her throat, reminding her of her position. Y/n's stream of blood spreading. Bellatrix was going to kill her. Y/n whimpered, I flinched a little.
"That is no way for a sweet girl like you to talk." Bellatrix grinned sickeningly.
"Oh yeah? Fuck... you..." Y/n chuckled despite her situation. The psychopath was enraged, she gripped Y/n's shirt and pinned her to a wall she was about to kill her. I looked at my father, he almost looked amused.  I stood up unable to contain my anger anymore. I stood from my seat and approached the two women. I grabbed Bellatrix's arm pulling her away from Y/n.
"Mattheo!" My father barked. "What are you doing?!" He yelled at me.
"You were just gonna let Bellatrix kill her?!" I stated.
"I see, you care for this friend. You've only known her for a few weeks, and you're protecting her. You've gone soft." He said.
"I do not care for her!" I said.
"Then prove it." He smirked.
"What?"
"Prove that you do not care for her. Finish the job."