𝖲𝖫𝖸𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖭 𝖡𝖮𝖸 𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝙰𝙻𝙻- 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 (Angst)

"Hey idiots," I said, standing in front of my old friends. "Holy shit! Y/L/N?" Theodore Nott exclaimed, immediately springing to his feet and making his way towards me.

I was so happy and my eyes sparkling as Theo's gaze traveled over me. "Damn girl/boy, you got hotter,"  he complimented cheekily, adding, "Is that even possible?" causing me to playfully nudge his shoulder and giggle slightly.

"Thank you." I said with a soft smile, "You haven't changed a bit," I added, my voice filled with a mix of surprise and admiration.

We both laughed as I surveyed the table, my eyes landing on one individual whose expression seemed to contrast with the joyous atmosphere.

"Hey Malfoy," I said with a cheerful voice.

His eyes locked onto me, sending a slight shock through my body; his voice sounded barely a whisper, "Y/l/n."

I glanced and turned towards Blaise. "What's up with him?"

"Don't worry about it, mate; he's been like that to everyone recently," Blaise reassured me as he gently guided me towards the table, urging me to take a seat beside him and Theo.

I sat down and couldn't keep a smile off of my face. I was so happy to be back with my friends, so I spent the next couple of minutes talking and catching up.

The Slytherin boys, of course, had a lot of questions for me, like where I had been and why I am back. I tried my best to answer.

The first years got sorted and Dumbledore stood up to make an announcement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, on top of having Miss Hesper return to finish her education. I would like to introduce another new student. I need all to treat him as a normal person. He is our friend after all; welcome, Mattheo Riddle."

As Dumbledore said, a tall brooding boy with tossing curly brown hair walked into the great hall from the side entrance.

His beauty a little bit surprised me, but I made an effort not to show any interest.

"Riddle as in...?" I asked, not being able to finish my sentence.

"Tom Riddle, Voldemort, that's his son," a random Slytherin said.

"Oh wow, he's a bit hot," Pansy said and I nodded in argument and we both laughed. "Well I heard he's a psychopath." Draco said coldly.

Draco never listened to drama before or even cared what anyone had to say, so I was a bit taken back.

"Since when do you care what other people say?" I ask him and he simply just rolls his eyes and crosses his arm.

THE NEXT DAY

You settled into the seat next to him for charms class, your eyes filled with curiosity as you introduced yourself, a smile forming on your mouth.

"You must be Mattheo Riddle. I'm (YOUR FULL NAME); you can call me Y/N," you said, your voice pleasant as you extended your hand toward him for him to shake.

He shot you a disdainful glance before redirecting his focus ahead.

You couldn't help but let out a small scoff. "It's inevitable that we'll have a conversation at some point, don't you think?" you stated.

Mattheo let out a frustrated sigh before shifting his gaze towards yours, his eyes carefully scanning your figure before locking back onto you. "You can call me Mattheo," he said coldly.

You couldn't help but smile as you felt accomplished.

You tossed your parchment and quill onto the desk as you directed your attention forward.

The lesson seemed to drag on for an interminable amount of time.

It was not that the lecture was boring; rather, it was that Professor Flitwick had a propensity to veer off into a tangent.

Professor Flitwick continued his lecture, and you couldn't resist joining in on Mattheo's lighthearted banter throughout the class. You would go back and forth as you tried to take down a few notes here and there, but you would often find yourselves receiving reprimands every few minutes for their excessive talking or their lack of attention to the situation.

For some reason, it seemed to really set Draco off.

You couldn't help but wonder if his behavior stemmed from jealousy towards Mattheo, although you found the idea quite absurd given that their relationship was purely platonic or so you thought.