𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 - Mattheo Riddle ˖°

Drunk

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𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆...to a party with Pansy.

We were known as the devil and the angel at the club we went too. Been there countless times throughout Hogwarts and had become the iconic duo of the place.

The manager had even suggested making a Martini named after us. The Devils Angel. That's what he had wanted to call it.

Pansy, her soft features, innocent persona and Angel like presence was nicknamed the Angel.

And then there was me. Sharp features, extroverted aura and a sense of control. The devil.

We entered the building. There were flashing lights and loud music poudning through the atmosphere. Pansy dragged me over to the drinks immediately getting us both a few shots to hype up our bodies.

The bartender smiled. His bright white teeth showed through. "The strongest you've got, please." Pansy said. The man nodded and got to work shaking up liquids and adding different alcohols.

Mattheo came up behind us a cigarette hanging from his lips amd an uniterested expression on his face. I ignored him and watched as the bartender slid our glasses over to us winking.

"This place is sketch." He muttered pushing between me and Pansy glaring at the man behind the counter who shrank back disappearing to serve another drunk teen.

"No one asked for your opinion, Riddle." Pansy snapped downing her drink in one fluid motion. I turned around to face him an eyebrow raised.

"You shouldn't be here." He quipped taking a long drag from the cigarette before blowing it into Pansys frustrated face. He smirked as she coughed flipping him off, she stalked away into the crowd drink in hand.

"Well, I'm not leaving." I replied turning back to the counter getting another drink.

"Y/n, you need to go. That man is known for stuff." Mattheo said, nodding to the bartender who was sliding his hand up a wasted blondes arm.

"You're just jelous because he gets more action than you." I sneered sipping the drink from a red solo cup.

Mattheo rolled his eyes a scoff escaping from him.

"Since when was my love life part of the conversation." He sighed. "Y/n, we need to leave!"

"No!" I snapped and turned away walking off to the crowded dance floor.

"Y/n, don't drink that!" He shouted running after me as I swayed my hips to the music raising the drink to my parted lips. I gave him a look and took a chug.

He made an annoyed noise grabbing my waist picking me up and lifting me out of the crowd before dropping me back to my feet.

"I was dancing!" I slurred swaying on my feet as my mind clouded over making it harder to think properly.

I hiccuped the cup falling from my hands to the floor, spraying my beverage everywhere.

"Y/n!" Mattheos voice called out as everything went all fuzzy.

My lungs felt like they were on fire and my head fit to burst.

Mattheo caught me as I fell swiftly moving an arm around the back of my thighs lifting me up my arms wrapped around his neck. His free arm coming around my back.

"We are going." He said firmly to someone before he started walking.

Soon the familiar scent of my dorm filled through me and I took a shaky breath.

He placed me gently on my bed and then sat down at my desk flicking through a few of my books.

I fell asleep quickly my last thoughts a jumbled mess.

The next morning light streamed in through the huge glass windows making my head pound harder. I groaned rolling over burying my face in my pillow.

"Told you." A gruff voice spoke. I shook my head with annoyance recognising the person.

"Fuck you."

"A thank you would've been nicer. But you're welcome." He drawled from beside me.

"I was not thinking. I was mad at you. I'm sorry." I grumbled lifting my head from the pillow to look over at the boy, shirtless, in my bed.

"You're alright, and that's what matters." He replied smirking over at me his tongue coming out to wet his lips.

Fuck. My. Life.