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

Draco's Version XXXIII

*Mattheo's Version and the Author's Note is already posted right after this chapter!!*

-Y/N-

"Harry!" My voice was broken as I saw the limp body in Hagrid's arms.

Draco had to hold me back from running up to him.

"Harry Potter is dead!" Tom Riddle said with a flourish. His smile had the facade of being brightening when it was actually poisonously constructed.

My stomach dropped and I crumbled into Draco's arms. I had no more hope left in me. Hope was so dangerous. Hope led us here and then destroyed us. Hope was like a mirage in the desert, luring us to a future that was never ours in the first place.

"Now is the time when I ask you to join me." Tom Riddle extended his hand. "There need not be any more deaths. If you stand against me, you will die. If you stand with me, let us rebuild the world."

No one moved from where they were standing. Tom Riddle looked around the crowd, scanning faces.

"Ah, my brother..." Tom found him in the crowd and smiled. "Come..."

"Mattheo..." I looked over at him but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at Tom. "Come to me..." Tom urged.

Mattheo slowly started walking forward.

"What are you doing?" I hissed at him, but he didn't listen to me.

The closer he got to Tom, the more Tom's smile widened.

"I never doubted you." Tom put a hand on Mattheo's shoulder.

Anger bubbled in my stomach at the sight. What was Mattheo thinking?

"Brother this isn't the way, there can be peace." Mattheo tried to reason with Tom.

Some of my anger subsided. I was glad Mattheo was trying to reason with Tom, but something still wasn't sitting right with me. There was empathy in Mattheo's eyes when he looked at Tom.

Almost as if he cared for him.

"No, you know there is no other way." Tom shook his head.

"I know there is kindness in you, Tom. You raised me when our parents weren't absent. You made me the man I am today. Please.... this is not who you are." Mattheo pleaded.

"You've gone soft, Theo." Tom gritted.

"And you're hiding your softness." Mattheo replied. "Call it off."

"I will not!" Tom said louder, pushing Mattheo away from him. He looked away from Mattheo towards the people. "You have already lost so many souls. Join me. So many people do not have to die tonight."

"No." I said quietly, brushing off Draco's arms from around me and stepping forward. "Only one has to die tonight."

I reached for my wand but before I could, Harry fell from Hagrid's arms.

That distracted everyone to look in that direction. I gasped as Harry quickly got to his feet.

"Impossible!" Tom's eyes widened.

It was a miracle that Harry was alive. We were given another chance to defeat Tom. I knew in my heart that it was Harry Potter who was destined to fight against Tom. But Harry didn't have a wand in his hand...

Draco ran from behind me towards Harry.

"Potter!" He yelled as he threw something in Harry's direction.

His wand.

Harry grabbed it with a flourish. I smiled looking over at Draco's act of kindness, feeling a sense of pride.