~their girl~ Mattheo x Tom x Y/N

Fight.

Tw: swearing and blood

Hermiones POV:

We spotted y/n reading peacefully by one of the windows. How can she do something as normal as that when all she ever does is kill. How does she even sleep at night knowing she's killed hundreds of people. Thousands even. I honestly hate her.

"Y/n" I said as we walked up to her. I heard Ron's breathing quicken. She looked up. "Can I help you?" She asked, politely. "We need to talk." I said sternly. "But somewhere more private. How about your dorm?" I asked. She let out a little laugh. Her face showed that she had almost confirmed something. "I was just going to come to you about that" she got up from her chair, flicking her hand so her book flew back into its place. "I was just going to come talk to you about that." She smiled. It was the complete opposite of comforting. I gulped.

❤️This but is optional to listen to as I am describing what I think y/n would look like and this is very unrealistic so don't listen to it! but you can also imagine yourself or however you want❤️

She was taller then me. She eyes reminded me of those of a snake. Small eyes but big irises. Slits for pupils. Her face was long but not stretched. In fact it was also slightly rounded. Her dark hair fell by her elbows slightly curly. Her lips were plump and her cheeks were Rosie although her skin was very pale. Her eyebrows were perfect. She hadn't even done anything to them. She was slim. Slightly skinnier then what the normal beauty standers are but she suited it. I looked down, slightly intimidated by her. Her fingers were long along with her finger nails which were slightly pointed.

I looked back up to her "Someone's trashed it" I faked looking shocked, which I'm sure she picked up on. She tilted her head to the side slightly and raised a brow. "You would happen to know who it was would you" she started. I was about to answer when her eyes flicked across next to me "Ron?" Oh no. That was the only thing I hoped she wouldn't do. It's so obvious to tell when he's lying.
As she stepped closer I stepped Infront of him. "What's the matter?" She said. "He doesn't want to talk to you" I said rudely back, getting my wand ready behind my back. She straightened her back and rolled her shoulders back. "And why is that" "cause-" I started "I'll talk to her" Ron pushed me aside. "Ron no-" "No Hermione!" He turned to her. "You tried to and still are trying to kill are best friend! You need to learn your place!" He brought out his wand and held it to her neck. She scoffed "Unexpected. Now" she moved his wand out of her face "Tell me why Harry looked through my room" she said calmly. "I- Harry- no he didn't" I said. How did she know? "Please don't lie to me sweetheart " her eyes narrowed as beads of sweat formed on my forehead. "What was he looking for Hermione" "Stop asking her-" "Crucio" she hissed. "RON!" I ran over to him. He was crying in pain, blood was seeping through his white shirt. "YOU PSYCO!" She rolled her eyes. "Don't fucking lie to me then" "I do it to protect my friends" I turned back to Ron and started whispering healing charms. "Stop that and talk to me" I ignored her and continued. She started to walk towards me. I was prepared to defend myself from the curse. "Sercumsuptra" she shot. I blocked it and quickly got up. "So we are duelling now?" She asked as she played with her wand, her eyes slowly locking worth mine. "Fine. It's on" Quick flashes of white and green filled the room. "Flippendo!" She flicked her wand. A force threw my back out into the hallway. I lost grip of my wand. People must've heard and gathered round and started whispering. Y/n came out of the library. She smiled. Then she did something unexpected. She dropped her robes and wand. "I wouldn't want to make the fight unfair. Where's the fun in that?" She laughed. A physical fight. Alright...I can do that although I don't know her strength in actual fights. I'm not expecting it to be weak.

I got up. We both stayed there for a few seconds until I decided to through the first punch. I hit her right in the nose. It certainly felt good. Her head was now facing right. She brought her hand up to her nose and wiped the blood away. "Pathetic mudblood" she hissed as she punched me back, harder. Tears filled my eyes as an instant throbbing went to my lips nose and forehead. All I could see were little starts blocking my vision. The pain quickly focused on my stomach. Then my head again and then my throat. Her sharp nails digging into my neck. I gasped for air. "Don't try to look out for your friends when you can't even look after yourself" I shut my eyes as she pushed me to the ground.