When We Met {Draco Malfoy X Reader X Mattheo Riddle}

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*An update that isn't a month later? Crazy, I know. But I realized I was being super disrespectful to all my loyal readers who wait so patiently for updates. So I'm trying to do a better job at posting more frequently. We are nearing the end of the book, so there's only going to be a few more chapters ahead*

*For story purposes, I'm shifting the timeline a bit for everything to make sense. Y/N left home at the end of her fourth year. Currently, she would be in her 5th year of Hogwarts. But Draco's already got his dark mark, which happens in the sixth year. Right now, think as if the story is set in the seventh year. Harry, Hermione, and Ron are out looking for horcruxes. They've destroyed all the horcruxes except Nagini. All the characters around around 16-17*

*Also I can just tell, you guys are gonna love this chapter, i'm so excited for you to read it, enjoy <3 *

-Y/N-

There was only darkness around me. I couldn't feel anything else. I heard voices but they were subdued and muffled, as if I was underwater. I tried to move my head but a ringing entered my ears and I stopped.

Through the crack of my eyelids I saw light. I tried to open my eyes more to see where I was. The harsh lights of the room gave me a headache but I managed to finally open my eyes. In the blurriness of my vision, I saw someone at the foot of the bed. His hair was dark but I couldn't make out his features.

"Mattheo?" My voice sounded different in my own throat.

"You wish." The boy scoffed. I blinked until my vision was clear and I saw Tom Riddle sitting at the bed. I myself was tucked into a simple bed in a simple room. There were some paintings hung up on the wall, but nothing too extraordinary. I recognized this as one of our guest rooms.

"What did you do to me?" I croaked.

"Nothing that I wish I could've done." He shrugged. I looked at him confused. I was slowly starting to remember what had happened.

He had tried to give me the Dark Mark.

Even though my limbs felt numb, I fumbled the blanket over me and pulled out my left forearm. I expected there to be the dark ink etched, writhing underneath my skin.

But I didn't see it.

Instead there was a red burn in the shape of a Dark Mark. It wasn't too prominent, and over time it would heal. I traced my fingertips over the skin, wincing a bit in pain.

"I don't understand... you changed your mind?" I asked.

"No." Tom Riddle looked away from me. "For some reason, the Dark Mark could not be placed on you." He stood up from the bed. "I have no idea why... I didn't do things any differently." Tom Riddle started pacing around the room. "I thought maybe you were doing something to protect yourself. So I tried the cruciatus curse on you as well to make you vulnerable enough for me to put the Dark Mark."

That explained the excruciating pain I had felt before I fell unconscious.

"But that didn't work either." Tom Riddle canceled my thoughts and walked back over to the bed. "I'm stumped." He smiled mischievously. He looked down at me not as if I were a person, but a puzzle to be solved. Curiosity glittered in his eyes.

I could see how similar Mattheo and Tom were. Both were hauntingly beautiful. Same dark swept hair. Same dark eyes. Same defined face.

But Tom's face was harsher... a face made from evil. I could tell that something in him wasn't human at all.