Fighting Fate // Mattheo Riddle ♣️

Chapter Thirteen - Werewolves

Word Count: 3,116.

Warnings: Slight Self-Harm.

The morning of our next DADA class, I had made my way out my room for the first morning in a week, surprising the majority of the Slytherin Common Room. I hadn't told anyone about my reasoning for staying away from them, and they hadn't asked me about it, simply letting me slot myself back into our usual routine.

Our usual spot, where I was sat, was in the corner of the room where two large couches faced each other. On one, Draco sat at the edge, his uninjured arm resting on the end of it. Pansy was sat cross-legged in the middle, a nail file in her hands. Blaise, who sat at the other end, had his knees to his chest as he watched Pansy move her hand back and forth.

I was sat in between Riddle and Theo on the seat opposite the others. Theo had his back against the inside edge of the couch, his legs open. I was sat up against him, the back of my head on his shoulder. My legs were then placed on top of Mattheo's, who was sat in a similar position to Draco opposite us.

"She flirted with you?" I asked Pansy, my head lifting off Theo's shoulder slightly.

"Yes. She flirted with me." Pansy repeated again, sighing.

"Hermione Granger flirted with you?" I asked, doubtful.

"Yes!" she exclaimed.

"Okay and how did she flirt with you?" I asked, sitting back down.

"She gave me a look." Pansy explained.

"A look?"

"Are you sure it wasn't a look of disgust?" Blaise asked, placing a hand on her shoulder, "I know how you can get confused."

Pansy gasped, slapping Blaise across the arm, it was clear she was offended by his remark.

"Of course I know the fucking difference, you twat!" she answered.

I laughed lightly, watching them bicker. Both Mattheo and Nott joined in on the humorous noise. Draco stayed silent. I watched his form, hunched over the side of the couch. His eyes were fixed in front of him, his thoughts obviously elsewhere.

"We better get going." Theo announced, moving his arm from around me, "Defence Against the Dark Arts starts in five minutes." He moved me off him, standing up.

I groaned, my head hitting the base of the seat, "I don't wanna go." I mumbled.

Mattheo placed a hand on my leg, laughing warmly. "Come on Lyra."

"Jerk." I muttered under my breath, sitting up.

"Come on," Nott spoke, taking my hands in his. He pulled hard, lifting my body off the couch.

Theo wrapped an arm around my middle, squeezing my arm. "Let's go Black."

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Upon arriving at the DADA classroom, we were surprised to find Professor Snape sitting at the teacher's desk.

Expecting to see Lupin, all of us scanned the room, making sure we had arrived at the right class. Finding Neville looking terrified in the front row confirmed this.

"Sit down. I will be teaching your class today," the Professor's voice echoed through the room. We all quickly found our seat. It was 10 minutes before a voice spoke again.

"Sorry, I'm late, Professor Lupin –" I heard Potter's voice travel through the air. I smirked, watching his face fall as he saw Snivellous sat at Moony's desk.