But.. Her.. (Mattheo x Y/n) Enemies to Lovers

Karma

Mattheo burst into their shared dorm room with the energy of someone who had just emerged victorious from a wrestling match. He flopped down onto his bed with a mix of groans and laughter, which immediately caught Y/n's attention. Concerned, she tilted her head and asked, "You... alright?"

Mattheo looked up, trying to sound nonchalant despite his bloodied face and reddened fists. "Yeah, of course. I'm fine!" he insisted, waving off her concern as he sat up.

Y/n hesitated for a moment, her worry evident, but she decided to focus on her studies instead, trying to tune out the unsettling sight of Mattheo's injuries. She continued to read and take notes, the scratching of her pen against paper providing a semblance of normalcy amidst the tension.

Hours passed, and as the room grew quiet with the late hour, Mattheo eventually succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep. Y/n took this as her cue to leave. She closed her books quietly, slung her bag over her shoulder, and made her way to Pansy's dormitory.

Knocking softly on the door, Y/n was greeted by Pansy's nod of acknowledgment. "Hey, Y/n," Pansy greeted, stepping aside to let her friend inside.

"Hello, may I come inside?" Y/n asked politely, stepping into the room where she found Draco and Theodore sitting on Pansy's bed. Both of their faces were stained with blood, mirroring Mattheo's earlier appearance.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise and concern. "What the fuck happened?" she exclaimed, unable to hide her shock at the scene before her.

Pansy sighed heavily, her frustration palpable as she shot a disapproving glare at Draco and Theodore. "These two guys got into a fight with Mattheo," she explained tersely, her voice tinged with irritation.

Y/n shook her head, a mixture of exasperation and weariness settling over her. "Really?" she muttered under her breath, feeling the weight of the escalating tensions among her friends. Despite the growing conflict, she couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for everyone involved.

Taking a seat beside Pansy, Y/n ran a hand through her hair, trying to process the situation. "This is getting out of hand," she murmured

Y/n settled in beside Pansy, her concern mingling with a growing sense of frustration. She glanced at Draco, whose demeanor radiated hostility, and Theodore, whose gaze seemed to linger a bit too intently on her.

Draco's lip curled into a sneer as he eyed Y/n up and down. "What's it to you, mudblood?" he retorted sharply, his tone cutting through the tense silence like a knife. Y/n stiffened at the slur, her jaw tightening with indignation. She had heard the term before, but it still stung, especially coming from Draco Malfoy.

Pansy shot Draco a warning look, her voice firm. "Draco, that's enough. Y/n is our friend," she reminded him pointedly, her loyalty to Y/n unwavering despite the tension in the room.

Meanwhile, Theodore leaned back against the headboard, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed Y/n's reaction to Draco's insult. "Ignore him, darling. Draco's bark is worse than his bite," he interjected smoothly, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

Y/n narrowed her eyes at Theodore, not entirely appreciating his attempt at charm given the circumstances. "I don't need your advice," she retorted coolly, her voice tinged with a touch of defiance.

Theodore chuckled softly, undeterred by her curt response. "Fair enough. But you must admit, the drama does make life a bit more interesting, wouldn't you say?" he remarked casually, his gaze lingering on her with a mix of curiosity and something she couldn't quite decipher.

Y/n sighed inwardly, torn between irritation and resignation. She knew Theodore was trying to lighten the mood, but his flirtatious banter felt misplaced amidst the tension. "Interesting isn't always a good thing," she replied evenly, her expression guarded as she glanced around the room at her friends, each caught up in their own conflicts and challenges.

Pansy placed a reassuring hand on Y/n's arm, offering her a supportive smile. "We'll figure this out, Y/n. It's just a rough patch," she reassured her friend, her voice laced with determination.

Y/n nodded slightly, appreciating Pansy's optimism even as uncertainty gnawed at her. "I hope you're right," she murmured softly.