Enemies To Lovers - Mattheo x Reader

part 12

yn pov

i was very sad, so i cut my hair. 

also, I realised Mattheo and his drama is the most trivial issue in my life and I could not care any less. I've decided to focus more on people who actually appreciate me and can be more useful to me.

oh and im talking about a certain Gyrffindor with a scar on his forehead. I sit across him as Granger and Weasley have a jovial fight. i grin as the lowkey look adorable together. I look over at Potter and find him looking at me with a subtle smile on his face. i bat my lashes and lean foward towards him. he blushes and clears his throat, "i thought you wouldn't be here today."

i furrow my eyebrows, a smile still lingering on my face, "Why is that?" "You know, today's the match, Slytherin versus Gryffindor." Weasley enlightens me. I smile, "Guess what? I'm on your side today." i wink. 

hold you horses, hoes. drama's on the way.

the march was about to start at 12 noon, the weather chilly and the stadium full. because who would even miss a quidditch match? that too slytherin versus gryffindor?

i could see the boys warming up on the field, but wait, where's draco? oh right, he sprained his leg the other day and he is being a snowflake about it ever since and he's probably in his room sleeping.

that means, mattheo would be the seeker for today. mattheo vs harry. oh im fucking here for it.

(excuse me if im wrong idk shit about quidditch)

soon the match started and after a thrilling match through out, the golden snitch was finally almost in the hands of Mattheo, i bite my nails, oh god no. suddenly Potter appears with the speed no less than that of the wind in the way of mattheo, giving him an equal competition.

i squeal and shout, "Go Potterrrrr. You got thiss." Daphne who was unfortunately next to me, gives me the side eye and yells Mattheo's name. Mattheo furrows his eyebrows mid game and looks at me. I give him my most appealing smile and once again look at Potter who was smiling.

"We go on a date if you win this.", i mouth to Potter who grins at me and from the corner of my eyes i see Mattheo go absolutely red. to top all the drama up, i once again shout, "go harryyy!" that was the first time I'd called him by his first name.

then mattheo increases his speed and gos out front to the golden snitch, harry following him. but mattheo's speed was fucking insane and he caught the snitch. in all this fuzz, harry had fallen down on the ground. the Slytherins had won.

i make my way towards the wounded Potter. i scrunch my eyes brows and look at his wounds, "are you okay? wait i can fix that." i muttered a few spells which did fix harry's wounds to an extend. what? i just am a absolute genius.

harry looks at me with a miserable smile and says, "lost the game and the date, did i now." i shake my head with a smile and lean to hug him until im pulled back by the elbow with a jerk, rings digging into my skin.

"um excuse me-"

"there's a limit to what i can tolerate, yn."

i look behind to see mattheo looking down at me.

"leave me alone." i whisper, looking at him in his eyes.

"leave her alone, riddle." harry says from behind me.

"shut it potter." mattheo puts me behind his back but im no obident little kid.

"yeah no you shut it leave us alone." i shout at him coming back to the front.

"dont fuck with me right now yn." he snaps back and pulls me to his side again. he then faces harry with all the wrath in his eyes, ready to break a bone here and there. no fuck, can't let this happen.

"no shut up. stop being the stereotypical older broth-" i again come to the front.

"yeah that is enough." he says, holding my hand in his own. "we'll deal with you later, potter." with that he pulls me away.

"now we deal with you, ma'am." he says as he locks us on the astronomy tower.

-to be continued-