Oh, my dear... (Mattheo Riddle ff)

how much names can matter...

P.T.

,,They should be here any second..." Pansy muttered, pulling on her ponytail. 

Daphne nodded slowly. ,,It's a little late already."

,,Look!" Luna said, pointing out her finger. ,,Over there!" 

And really. Seven tall figures, all dressed in green and with broomsticks in their hands came walking towards us. 

Immediately, Pansy ran up to Blaise, pulling him into a hug. She was wearing his number on her back, as she always did. 

Daphne was also wearing one of Theodore's jerseys, but she just blushed shyly, when he walked by and gave her cheek a quick kiss. 

,,Luna!" Draco called out, quickly walking towards her. ,,I found one of mine!" He handed her one of his own jerseys. ,,I mean, if you want to wear it, you know... You don't have to..."

Luna took the shirt, smiling softly at him. ,,I'd be happy to, Dray."

They looked so cute together... Really, adorable. All these girlfriends, with their boyfriend's jerseys and their numbers on their backs...

Someone next to me cleared his throat. I turned around and met Riddles eyes. He had his hand extended, holding a green piece of clothing out to me. 

I glared up at him in disbelieve. ,,No way in hell, Riddle. Absolutely not."

He rolled his eyes, leaning his broom on his shoulder. ,,Love, please don't be difficult about this... Just put it on, like the other girls do. They do it happily."

Raising my eyebrows at him, I crossed my arms in front of his chest. ,,Maybe. But Pansy, Luna and Daphne don't play for another team themselves, do they?"

Sighing deeply, he grabbed his broom tightly, still holding the shirt out for me. ,,Phersephone, please... It's just a jersey."

,,The fuck it is!" I gave back. ,,It is a number, and most importantly a fucking name. I wear that and walk up the Ravenclaw stands in it, my own Quidditch team will burn me alive." 

,,No, they wouldn't..." Mattheo chuckled. 

,,Ah, yes, they absolutely will. They barely got over the fact we're dating. If I wear that, I can also just retire from the team immediately. And even if they don't burn me... If I had to wear that, I'd probably burn myself in it on purpose." 

He dropped his extended hand, raising his eyebrows at me. ,,So that's where we're at then, huh? You dislike me that much?" His face fell into a cold mask. ,,And here I was, thinking we had moved past our phase of pure hatred for each other..." he sighed, turning his face to look away. 

Scoffing in annoyance, I uncrossed my arms. Those little trying-to-make-you-feel-bad-tricks wouldn't work on me. 

,,This is not about me disliking you, and you know that, Mattheo!" I answered, glaring up at him. ,,This is about my respect towards my own team, and you can't tell me you'd wear my blue jersey at one of my matches, would you?"

He elegantly ignored that last question, and tugged the extra jersey away in his bag. ,,If it's not about you disliking me so much, then what is it? My last name?"

I just nodded. ,,Most likely, yeah." 

He frowned in disappointment, like an upset child. ,,Excuse you? Who wouldn't want to wear the name Riddle on their back?" 

,,Dude, stop being so fucking arrogant."

,,Merlin, don't call me that..." he hissed at me.

,,What? Dude?"