Riddle Me - Mattheo x Reader

The Nightmare

AN: 777 words!!

'PANSY!' I yelled, knowing she probably couldn't hear me from there. The boys' dormitory went silent and I heard some yelps downstairs. '

'CALM DOWN Y/N' Draco yelled, equally as loud as me. 'Jesus, what is your problem?!'

'My problem is that my best friend is going around having make out sessions with my brother and didn't even think to tell me! That's my problem!' My hand aggressively ran through my hair and I let out a sigh of annoyance, anger and sadness all at once. 'I can't- I just-' I stopped pacing and let out the breath I didn't realise I was holding. 'I don't need this right now.' I heard footsteps rushing down from upstairs. Low and behold, it's Mattheo. 

'Y/N? Are you okay? What-' his melancholy brown eyes scanned over me.

'YES I'M FINE MATTHEO YOU DON'T NEED TO ACT LIKE MY KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR JUST LEAVE. Y'know what? I'll save you the trouble, I'll leave.' I didn't even wait for a response and I turned and walked away. I wasn't crying because I was sad, I was crying because I was left in the dark by the person I thought I could trust. The person I thought told me everything. But at the same time, I don't have the right to complain, I kind of did the same thing... I scoffed at how miserable my life had become. Problem after problem is just being thrown at me, every single time I feel like it'll stop another ordeal gets thrown my way.  I was too tired to talk to anyone, too much had happened today. I just can't talk to Pansy right now. 

I laid down and closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing.

Maybe I'll talk to her tomorrow. Or the day after... or the day after that... or-...

***

My eyes shot open, I was sitting in a quiet, black room with a giant light right above my head. The walls, floor, even the chair I was sitting on was black. I felt like I was sitting in a black hole. 'Hello?' I said unusually calmly. I didn't hear anything. Until I did. It was a soft slither of a snake. Slowly the giant, ugly head of a snake emerged from the depths of the shadows. 'Uh, hi?' I didn't know what to say. I was scared, terrified actually, my heart was beating so hard. But somehow my voice was cool and calm. Then the snake morphed. Morphed into the image of Voldemort. 'Hello Y/N.' His evil voice sent a chill down my spine. 'I wanted to talk to you.'

'Ab-' I was going to ask question before I was rudely interrupted by his wand flicking upwards. His voice coldly screeched, 'Quiet! Only speak when I say you can girl. Now...' he was pacing in front of me, the light above oddly reflecting off his head. 'My son, Mattheo, he seems to have grown a liking towards you, and I want you to talk to him, give him what he wants. Attention. Love. You see, him not getting these things from you is hurting him. The more you hurt him, the less useful he becomes to me. So do me a favour and talk to him. Give him what he wants. Keep him pleased.' he hissed coolly. I was enraged; so this bald, alien-looking, ranky danky guy can just show up in my dreams and tell me to please his son so he'll be more useful to him? 

'What do you mean "useful"?' I asked gingerly, I just ignored my thoughts because I know it's useless to even bring it up. 

'No questions. You do what I say, it's as simple as that.'

'Fine.'

'Good. Now go.' he said softly, retreating back into the shadows.

With a loud vacuum-like noise I was thrown back into the real world. 'Y/N? Y/N! Oh thank god, you were breathing heavily and sweating like crazy!' Pansy was hovering above me, she looked concerned and scared. Two other girls were looking at me worried too. 'What happened?' she asked as I sat up straight leaning against a pillow. I shook my head softly, 'Nothing, just a bad dream.' Pansy eyed me sceptically but she didn't say anything. 'Alright then...' she knew that if I wanted to tell her I would, and she knew better than to force an answer out of me in front of other random girls. 

Just like that the weight of everything that had happened last night came crashing back down on me. I looked over at Pansy, seething with rage, and just...sad. Pansy looked back at me, and looked down at her lap. 

She knows that I know now. I can tell.