{Cormac's a bitch} [Mattheo Riddle/Reader]

The night was alive with laughter and music as students gathered near the Black Lake for an unauthorized party. Lanterns floated gently on the water, casting shimmering reflections, while the sounds of chatter and music filled the air, creating a sense of carefree rebellion. Y/N and Mattheo arrived together, the warmth of their connection contrasting with the chill of the autumn night.

As the couple mingled with friends, Y/N felt a wave of excitement wash over her. For a moment, she forgot about Cormac and his incessant provocations. But that blissful distraction was short-lived.

In the midst of the festivities, Y/N caught sight of Cormac across the clearing, surrounded by a group of Gryffindors. He was loud, boasting about some trivial conquest, drawing attention like a moth to a flame. The sight stirred something deep within Y/N—a mixture of irritation and defiance.

“Let’s go over there,” Mattheo suggested, his tone casual, though Y/N could sense the underlying tension.

As they approached, Cormac’s laughter cut through the air, and he turned to see them coming. “Well, well, if it isn’t the happy couple,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “What’s the matter, Riddle? Tired of playing the good boyfriend?”

Y/N felt her blood boil at his words, but before she could respond, Cormac looked at her, a mocking smile on his face. “And you, Y/N. Are you sure you want to be with someone like him? There are plenty of other—”

In a flash of anger, Y/N interrupted him, stepping forward. “Shut up, Cormac!” she shouted, the words tumbling out before she could think. “You don’t know anything about us!”

Without another thought, Y/N swung her fist, connecting squarely with Cormac’s jaw. The crowd fell silent, shock rippling through the group. Cormac stumbled back, clearly caught off guard. He quickly regained his footing, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

Mattheo’s protective instincts kicked in, and he moved to stand beside Y/N, his expression darkening. “You really want to keep this up, McLaggen?” he warned, voice low and threatening.

Cormac wiped his mouth, a furious scowl replacing his earlier amusement. “You think you can just hit me and walk away? You’ve got another thing coming.”

In an instant, Cormac lunged, throwing a punch aimed at Mattheo. But Mattheo was quicker, sidestepping the attack and delivering a swift jab to Cormac’s stomach. The Gryffindor doubled over, gasping for air.

Y/N watched, adrenaline coursing through her veins. “Mattheo, be careful!” she shouted, her heart racing. But Mattheo was in his element now, a feral glint in his eyes.

Cormac straightened, rage fueling his next move. He swung wildly, but Mattheo ducked, countering with a clean strike to Cormac’s side that sent him reeling.

The surrounding students began to murmur, some cheering for Mattheo, while others urged Cormac to fight back. Y/N could feel the electricity in the air, a mix of tension and excitement.

As Cormac swung again, this time aiming for Mattheo’s face, Y/N felt a surge of determination. “Mattheo, don’t let him get to you!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos.

With renewed focus, Mattheo seized the moment. He dodged the punch and delivered a powerful uppercut, knocking Cormac off balance. The Gryffindor stumbled backward, hitting the ground hard.

As the crowd erupted into cheers and gasps, Mattheo stood over Cormac, breathing heavily. “You want to mess with us? Think again,” he spat, his voice low and intense.

Y/N rushed to Mattheo’s side, adrenaline fading into concern. “Are you okay?” she asked, her hand resting on his arm.

Mattheo nodded, the fire in his eyes slowly cooling. “Yeah. But he needed to learn his lesson.”

The party continued around them, but for Y/N and Mattheo, the adrenaline of the confrontation lingered. They exchanged a glance, an unspoken understanding passing between them. In that moment, they knew they could face anything together.

As they walked away from the chaos, Y/N smiled at Mattheo, the thrill of the night still buzzing in her veins. “I’m glad you had my back.”

“Always,” he replied, a smirk forming on his lips. “But maybe next time, let’s stick to words instead of fists?”

Y/N laughed softly, the tension of the night melting away. “Deal. But it was kind of satisfying to throw that punch.”

As they left the party, hand in hand, the moonlight shimmered on the lake, a reminder of the bond that had only grown stronger amidst the chaos.