Matteo Riddle x Reader

3.

Y/N greets the bushy haired girl outside of the Three Broomsticks.  A look of genuine surprise crosses her face upon spotting, not fully expecting her to show.  The two girls enter the pub, ordering their drinks and taking a seat.

"How do you feel about Professor Umbridge?" Hermione questions, taking a sip of butterbeer.

"I loathe that woman.  Absolutely cannot stand her," Y/N answers.

"I can't either," Hermione giggles.  "I was wondering...no, no.  I couldn't ask that of you".

"What is it?" Y/N raises her eyebrows, intrigued.

"Well a lot of students feel the same way we do about her.  And we are worried we won't actually learn anything but with the rise of Voldemort, we need to be prepared," Hermione explains.

"Right..." Y/N listens.

"Harry is forming this club, Dumbledore's Army.  I was wondering if you would like to join?  You could even help teach!  You're one of the strongest witches I know," Hermione asks eagerly.

Y/N's eyes widen, not expecting an invitation to something so soon, but quickly smiles, "I would love to.  Thank you so much, Hermione!"

"Wonderful!  Our first meeting is tomorrow," Hermione smiles.

"Great, I can't wait-oh no," Y/N cuts herself off, staring at the door.

"What's wrong?" Hermione furrows her eyebrows, turning around.  "Is it Matteo?"

"I would rather die than be in the same room as that boy," Y/N rolls her eyes, shrinking in her seat slightly hoping to avoid being seen.

"I'm sure he's not that bad," Hermione faces her friend again.

"Y/N...didn't expect to see you speaking with a mudblood," the annoying voice makes his presence known.

"Don't call her that," Y/N scowls slightly.  She may be pretending to be Hermione's friend, but she never liked that word anyway.  She suddenly grows guilty, being reminded of why she is pretending to be friends with Hermione in the first place.

"Whatever," Matteo rolls his eyes.  "You and I need to review our paper".

"Sounds like an excuse to see me.  You just can't stay away from me, can you?" Y/N smirks slightly, playing with her cup of butterbeer.

"You wish.  If I wanted you, I would have you by now," Matteo glares down at her.

"Right...whatever you say Smith.  Sorry Hermione, but I'll see you tomorrow?" Y/N stands.

With a small nod from Hermione, Matteo pulls Y/N away.  The girl rips her hand away from him, crossing her arms.

"What do you think you're doing?  Draco told me about how your parents are purebloods, of high status too.  How would your parents feel if they found out you were hanging out with a mudblood?" Matteo raises his eyebrows.

"You don't know what I'm doing, Smith.  And I suggest you keep your handsome face out of my business," Y/N scowls.

"I can do-what?  Did you just call me handsome?" Matteo's angry demeanor drops, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"I-no.  No I did not," Y/N tries to cover it up, but is clearly flustered.

"I think you did," his smirk grows wider.

He decides to make her more nervous, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.  Her eyes widen, staring up at the insufferable boy.  Her eyes naturally glance down to his lips, only inflating his ego more.