Mattheo Riddle One Shots

The Yule Ball

Summary: What happens when you wait to be asked by our favourite Slytherin, but he ends up taking another girl. So you go screw it, lets go stag.

Words: 4682

Warnings: idk? I wasn't paying attention

Hogwarts was abuzz with talk of the Yule Ball. Every girl was a fuss with picking the right dress and shoes, and how they would do their hair. Not to mention getting a date for the ball. Even your best friend Pansy was a flutter with it all! She of course was going with Draco, and had picked her dress to match him. Tedious, the whole thing, you thought. But it wasn't a common thing. Nor was the Triwizard Tournament. The Yule Ball was at the end of the week, you had reluctantly picked the dress and shoes. But did not have a date, yet.

"What do you mean you don't have an escort for the Ball!?" Pansy said in shock, during lunch.

You rolled your eyes. "It's no big deal" you shrugged, pushing your food around your plate.

"Yes it is, you can't go alone" Pansy retorted as Draco, Blaise and Mattheo joined the table.

"Who can't go alone? To what?" Draco asked, starting to put food on his plate.

"Y/N/N, she doesn't have an escort for the Yule Ball" answered Pansy.

"Really Y/L/N? Thought you'd have a line of suitors" laughed Draco.

You rolled your eyes. "It wouldn't be that long, but there have been a few that asked..."

"And you rejected them? Why?" questioned Pansy, with a sharp look at you.

"Keeping my options open" you replied casually. Though you knew why you rejected them, secretly hoping a curtain Slytherin heart throb would ask you.

"If I was you, I wouldn't reject anyone else. Because before you know it there won't be anyone available" Mattheo said matter-of-factly.

You gave him a pointed look. "And do you have a date?"

He smiled brightly, "of course. I'm going with Anna", he looked down the table to a pretty blonde in your year, who sat in front of you in Potions class.

You felt your stomach drop at his words, and felt a sharp pain in your chest when you looked at the girl in question. So much for Mattheo asking you to the Yule Ball. But you put on a brave face, smile and congratulated him. Told him you hope they have a good time. All the while every word that left your mouth left a bad taste in its wake. The conversation dropped off about the ball, and back to classes. You had a few more bites of your food before pushing it away, appetite lost.

"I'm going to head to Potions. See you there Pans" you said getting up and grabbing your bag, then leaving before Pansy or anyone could say anything.

"Is she alright?" asked Mattheo looking at Pansy with concern.

"Yes, I believe she is" Pansy lied. Even without her friend telling her, she knew you had a thing for Mattheo and no doubt hoped he'd have asked you to go to the Ball.

The walk to Potions felt longer than normal. Students around you are conversing and laughing. Not to mention the over hearing of students asking each other to the Yule Ball. You frowned and cursed the social event. Yes you were being petty, yes you were bitter. And to cement your dislike you vowed to not even go. It wasn't worth your time. Not when you'd see Mattheo and Anna together.

You weren't sure when you started to like your friend. But it was obvious to you once you saw him on the train back to Hogwarts at the start of the year. It hit you like the Hogwarts Express the first time he looked at you with his deep brown eyes, flashing you a bright smile. It caused your breath to catch, and stomach to flip. After that every little thing he did, or said a curtain way, had an effect on you. How you've managed to hold it together, and not show it, was a surprise to you.