The bet D.M. and M.R · Y/n story by @floredh17

The dungeons of Hogwarts were quiet at this hour, the torches casting long, flickering shadows against the cold stone walls. Most students were already in the Great Hall for dinner, but Y/n had slipped away, needing a moment of silence.

Mattheo Riddle

voice low, amused I'm telling you, Malfoy. She hasn't got a clue. All it takes is a few sweet words and a bit of charm. She'll be putty.

Draco Malfoy

snorts, arms crossed You overestimate yourself, Riddle. She's not some ditzy first-year. If anyone could pull it off, it's me. She'd fall for me first.

Mattheo Riddle

laughs softly, a dangerous edge to it A bet then. Who gets Y/n to fall in love with them first.

Draco Malfoy

smirks You're on.

The words hung in the air like smoke. Y/n felt her stomach drop, her heart thudding against her ribs. The door, slightly ajar, felt like the only thing between her and a truth she'd never been meant to hear.