The Fortune (Mattheo Riddle x Y/n)

A Visit in the Library

"What the absolute fuck is his problem?!" Pansy growled, breaking the silence as we sat down at a table towards the back of the library waiting for class to start.

"That's what you're worried about?! What about the fact that he just threatened your sister?" Astoria said with her mouth left agape.

"I wouldn't call it a threat necessarily... More of a statement," I reasoned.

"What's going on?" Draco asked, snaking her arm around Astoria's waist.

"We're all going to die," Pansy shrugged. "You're girlfriend had a lot to say to our Durmstrang buddies."

"You did what now?!" Draco's eyes widened.

"It's not my fault! He's so arrogant, cocky, and..." Astoria trailed off.

"We're so dead," Draco said, looking straight behind my sister and I.

"Draco... Just the person I was wanting to see. Mind if I pull up a chair?" I felt the faint presence of a hand hovering over my back. Although I refused to turn around; I knew who it was. His voice was engraved into my mind.

"O-of course! Have a seat? Is there anything I can get you?" Draco stuttered, slightly.

"This is a library, Dray. Not a cocktail party," Tori whispered.

"As you know, our sorting's tonight."  Mattheo started, pulling a chair between Pansy and I.

"I knew something about it," Draco nodded.

"Although it's not decided, I believe we all know where we're going to be temporarily placed."

Draco nods.

"Considering it's mid-year, Lorenzo, Regulus, and I need permission from the team captain to join the team."

"Well... Mattheo," Draco pauses like he's trying to find the right words, "There's no room, unfortunately." 

"Then, make room. You'd be stupid not to accept us, and you'd be even more stupid if you didn't realize how stupid not accepting us is," Mattheo pushed.

"And, how's that?" 

"Draco... Don't push it," Astoria whispered as she jabbed him in the ribs causing him to jolt forward slightly.

"1: We're legends on the quidditch field.  Think of Reg. I can't even remember the amount of records he's holding right now.  2. The amount of people who would show up just to see us. Don't you want a good turnout? 3. The amount of publicity I could get your dingy little team. We could be on the front of every newspaper if I wanted." Mattheo smirked.

"It's not your talent that is persuading my decisions," Draco stated with a smirk of his own.

"Then, what is it?" Mattheo growled. He was starting to get noticeably aggravated.

"To start, there's simply no room on the team for me to add any new players, as I stated previously, but I also have to think about your guys' behavior in the past. I hope you understand when I say that you don't have the best track record. That reflects badly on MY team."

By the end of his speech, Draco was radiating with arrogance.

"We'll see how long it remains 'your' team while I'm here," Mattheo spat.

"And, what's that supposed to mean?!" Draco sneered, standing so abruptly that he tipped his chair. Mattheo wasn't far behind him. 

"Let's all just calm down," Astoria stood up as she wrapped her arm around Draco's.

"Listen to your bitch, Malfoy. Calm down before your arrogance kills you." Something about the way he said 'kills' sent chills down my spine. So much so that for the first time in this entire conversation, I looked up at Mattheo. His face was hard like stone until he glanced down. 

"Stop please." it came out barely above a whisper, but I said it.

Mattheo went silent for a second.

"You're lucky, Malfoy," Mattheo sneered. "Y/N, always a pleasure." 

With those final words still lingering in the air, he grabbed my hand, placed his lips softly on the back of it, and stormed out.