The Bet (Fatal Desire) | Mattheo Riddle

Mr.Riddle

"He is a bad boy with a tainted heart, and even I know this ain't smart"

-Criminal

Aurora POV

Last night, we were all sent back to our dorms immediately after Flinch got down all our names. Early in the morning, we were summoned to Dumbledore's. When Hermione and I arrived, the room was already full.

My mind was still spinning from last night's chaos. Thankfully, everyone was too preoccupied with worrying about what would happen to them today, no one commented on what happened between Mattheo and me.

Hearing footsteps approaching from behind, my body stiffened. An arm wrapped tightly around my shoulder. I glance to my side, finding Mattheo Riddle grinning cheekily.

"Back to ignoring me, huh?" He chuckled.

I roll my eyes "Shut up"

His lip grazed my ear as he leaned in to whisper "Make me"

Suddenly the door is thrown open, revealing our parents. I quickly push Mattheo's arm off my shoulder. But it was too late, Mattheo's father, Tom Riddle, had fixed his cold gaze on us, sending chills down my spine.

I looked around for my dad, but instead, I saw Uncle Regulus enter the room with Professor Snape. Which seemed usual but then I remembered they were friends. I also recognized a few other parents including, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Mrs. Weasley, Mrs.Zabini, James Potter, and Mr Nott. Mrs Weasley gave me a sweet smile when I waved at her. I missed seeing her, she was like a second mother to me.

Dumbledore cleared his throat "Hello everyone, I apologize to the parents for the inconvenience, however, you need to know your children have been breaking rules and partying at night after curfew. We can no longer tolerate this behavior. They will be receiving detention in groups later this week. I hope this will help them learn."

When Dumbledore finished speaking, some parents started scolding their children. Uncle Regulus came over to hug me before whispering

"Try not to get caught next time." He winked making me burst out laughing.

"Uncle, I think you're supposed to say I shouldn't party after curfew!"

He shrugged "I also partied at your age, and so did your dad. It's unavoidable"

"Speaking of dad, where is he?" I asked curiously.

"He had work to do and couldn't take time off"

I nodded. Dad worked as an Auror, so he's always busy on missions, which I understood but I wished he was around more. After mom passed away five years ago, he's been burying himself in work. Luckily, Uncle Regulus was always around when Dad wasn't, he worked as a manager in Mattheo's father's company.

"Aurora!" Someone called my name from the other side of the room.

I turned my head to find Mrs.Weasley running over and engulfing me in a bear hug. I've always liked her hugs, they were warm and comforting.

"How are you Aurora? You've become prettier since the last time I saw you!"

I laugh shyly at her compliment "Thank you, I've been well. How are you?"

"Same as always, dealing with those seven kids can be tiresome." She shoots Ron a glare making him hide behind Harry.

"I'm sorry for not visiting during summer." I apologized.

She waved her hand "No worries, dear. Come whenever you want to, you're always welcome"

I hug her one last time before returning to Uncle Regulus. He seemed to be in a conversation with Professor Snape, so I quietly approached them.

Suddenly, Mattheo stood in front of me. With his father by his side. I glanced between the duo, noticing how Mattheo was a carbon copy of Father. Both of them were the same height and had the same brown hair with light curls, a chiseled jawline, a defined nose bridge, and piercing brown eyes. The difference was the vibes the two gave off. Mattheo Riddle had that mischievous and egoistic aura, while Tom Riddle was cold and mysterious. I noticed a snake and skull tattoo on his father's arm, it was frightening but extremely attractive at the same time. I finally understood where Mattheo inherited his strikingly good looks.

"You must be Aurora Black. Sirus Black's daughter?" Tom Riddle asks in a deep intimidating voice.

I nod "Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Riddle"

Mattheo snickered on the side, earning a glare from me.

"Are you a pure-blood?" He asked in a cold tone.

Huh? Why is he asking me about that? I knew Tom Riddle was a pure-blood supremacist but I had no connections to him whatsoever.

I nodded "Yes, both my parents are purebloods"

He nods "Alright" His voice hinted of approval. He is creating more confusion for me.

Mattheo didn't say anything but continued to stare intensely at me. I played with my hair awkwardly from the overwhelming attention from the Riddles.

A protective hand wraps around my shoulder. I glance over to see Uncle Regulus by my side. He must have left his conversation with Snape after noticing my discomfort.

"Regulus" Mr.Riddle greets my Uncle.

"Tom" My uncle nods his head showing respect to his boss.

Another voice joins in "Tom! Regulus! How are you?"

We all turn our heads to find Lucius Malfoy marching over with Draco and Narcissa Malfoy following closely behind. I noticed Mrs.Malfoy holding Draco's hand tightly. This made me slip out a small grin.

Mr.Playboy is a mama's boy.

I notice Mattheo smirk at my reaction. I quickly regain my posture and ignore his gaze. As Uncle Regulus and the two fathers converse about work, I zone out from their boring conversation. I couldn't help but notice the odd distance between the Riddles. It's as if Mattheo was purposely avoiding his father.

I knew his father was strict and cold towards him, explaining why he was egoistic and emotionally unavailable. But I couldn't help but wonder if there's more to it. Maybe it's because of the infamous affair between Tom Riddle and his current wife Bellatrix Lestrange. The mistress-turned-wife story was i every gossip page three years ago. I momentarily felt bad for Mattheo back in our third year, when his mother died.

Maybe he's not a bad person, despite the image he created.

Mattheo sensed my stares and decided to wink and shoot me a cheeky grin causing me to look away instantly.

Never mind, he doesn't deserve my sympathy. Once a jerk always a jerk.