we're here, me and pansy at the bleachers and the boys are in the quidditch stadium. they won the match against the gryffindors and they have the widest smiles on their faces.
I chuckle and shake my head as i saw draco and mattheo giving each other a fist bump and the other boys had a huge grin on their faces too as they threw their hands in the air in elation. my gaze diverted towards the other side of the stadium where i saw harry with a miserable expression on his face. i sigh and force out a smile and walk towards him.
yn: dont be sad harry, you played really well too.
harry smiles sadly.
harry: thanks yn. by the way, congrats your house won.
i smile and suddenly draco and mattheo walk up next to me. draco to my left and mattheo to my right. they smirk at him.
draco: look who it is. *he chuckled and poked his tongue on his cheek and looked over to mattheo*
harry rolls his eyes.
harry: shove off, malfoy.
mattheo: embarrassed? *he said with a smirk*
harry scoffed.
yn: hey, stop. he played pretty well. they were a tough competition.
mattheo scoffed.
suddenly hermoine came next to harry and said,
hermoine: atleast one of you has a brain.
draco: we don't talk to filthy mudbloods, lets go yn.
draco walked off.
i stayed back to clear things out but mattheo grabbed my wrist and took me away too as he glared at harry.
(timeskip)
we were all sitting at the astronomy tower after the victory except draco.
mattheo: knew you were stupid but didn't know you were this stupid, yn.
yn: um what?
mattheo: why the fuck are you associated with harry.
yn: atleast im not associated to pick-me-greengrass. *I snapped back*
pansy chuckled.
mattheo: what does daphne has to do with this?
I scoff. now he's defending her.
yn: why don't you just shut up and stay away from my business.
enzo: cool down yn. *he patted my back*
i let out a deep breath and look away.
mattheo: you shouldn't go out making friends with the wrong sort, yn.
yn: could say the same to you.
mattheo: what the fuck do you mean?
yn: what the fuck do YOU mean?
mattheo: harry.
yn: daphne.
mattheo: how is she even related? *he asked, frustratingly perplexed.*
yn: how is harry related?
mattheo scoffs.
mattheo: you know he's no less than our enemy.
yn: not 'our', riddle. you know who my enemy is? YOU. you and your fucking girlfriend.
mattheo: what the fuck? i don't even have a girlfriend?
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Enemies To Lovers - Mattheo x Reader
Romancemattheo: "y/n malfoy, ugh. she's cute and all but i won't be found dead dating her." blaise: "but why were you saying her name in your sleep?"
