Slytherin Boys

62

Pansy was practically shaking as she gleamed that they had been caught, all of them and by the father of the person they were trying to save.

He moved out of the doorway and looked behind himself before he waved a hand, ushering them into the room he had come out of.

Pansy's steps stuttered as she began walking. But when Mr. Rose patted Draco on the back she could feel her breathing calm down.

"Draco, punctual as always." He muttered as he pulled the door shut, he pointed his wand at the wooden door and charmed it. Pansy guessed that he had both locked it and silenced it.

"The last Horcrux has been destroyed." That was all Draco said in response and Mr. Rose's eyes rounded impossibly.

"Good Godrick" He muttered, running a hand through his hair, "How?" He asked, scanning Draco's face for anything.

"Cerci, She-" Mr. Rose raised a hand and then stuttered a breath in. He raised a hand to his mouth, doubling over, he caught himself and stood tall.

Pansy surveyed the group, the people she had trusted her entire life, the people she loved and took in how broken and shattered they seemed. Mattheo face was gaunt, his eyes lifeless. He looked as vicious as she knew he could be, like he would bite and snap at anything that refused him what he wanted.

"This is stupid," Mattheo reached for the door but the spell wrapped around the handle and sent a shock through his hand.

He shouted in pain and frustration before his predatory eyes turned on Cerci's father, "Let me out of this room." Mattheo wasn't exceptionally tall, but the way he filled the room, his magic curling behind him like animal talons, made everyone shrink.

"Sorry boy-" Mattheo cut him off by gripping the door handle again, he held the metal tightly in his palm and took shock after shock as he attempted to rip the door from the frame.

"Matty," Pansy grabbed his shoulder and his face snapped to hers. "It's okay, we're okay."

"She is out there, she is out there with him" The words were a snarl and he flashed his wicked teeth. Pansy removed her hand.

"So we need a plan, a plan to find her and deal with him." Mattheo scoffed as Draco started speaking again. "We have been attempting to take down the Dark Lord for years, don't fuck this for us now!" He moved to Mattheo and although he was taller than Mattheo, only by a couple inches, Mattheo's shoulders squared and his nostrils flared. He appeared so much bigger than Draco, so much more intense.

"My father has all the pieces of his soul, lets just rip his head from his shoulders." Mattheo stopped and turned, he stalked closer to Draco.

"Or maybe, this another one of your sick games, perhaps I should be tearing your head off." Mattheo stopped and glared at Draco's silver eyes. The solid black of Mattheo's eyes was a harsh match for Draco's softer, more malleable silver ones.

"You can try." Draco ground out. Pansy gulped her head spinning. The idea that Mattheo most certainly wanted to end Draco where he stood rippled through her, but she was silently praying it wouldn't lead to that.

"You have always hated me, hated me for everything I have, everything you want." Draco brandished his wand and stood his ground, squaring his feet.

"You right," Mattheo chuckled, "I used to..." Pansy was confused, Mattheo never reached for his wand but the room began pulsating with power. "Until I won." Mattheo unleashed himself. HIs dark, rippling magic zig zag towards Draco, who dodged and countered everything Mattheo tried.

"He doesn't even have a wand" Blaise shouted over the loud sizzling and cracking of magic.

"Mattheo never needed one." Theodore shouted back.

Pansy wished she could shrink into herself. She wished that the boys would realise that this was stupid and solved absolutely nothing, but, she didn't know how to stop it short of diving in and getting herself killed.

"Stop them" She gritted out.

Blaise turned to her, his face a clear message of bewilderment, "Stop them, the best wandless magic Weidler and the Dark Lord's right hand man are trying to kill each other and you want me to stop them?" Pansy grunted a yes in response.

Blaise raised his wand to try anything but as he began to speak a charm Theodore grabbed his arm.

"No" The urgency in Theo's tone was alarming, Pansy creased her brows as she looked at him.

When everyone was asleep and Cerci was still unconscious, Theodore had slipped out of the room for only a second. Pansy had assumed it was her mind playing tricks on her, but the way he had acted after Cerci woke gave Pansy cause for suspicion. Theodore was up to something.

"You know why I have always been better than you? Why your father picked me over his own son?" Draco taunted, he had finally loosed a single bead of sweat, it prickled down his forehead.

Mattheo didn't answer, he wrapped himself in a shield of magic, the purple shimmering over his skin and he finally reached for his wand.

"You talk to much you arrogant prick" Mattheo shouted "Petrificus Totalus". The light shot from the tip of Mattheo's wand and snaked so quickly towards Draco that Pansy thought he hadn't dodged it, but he did.

The issue wasn't that Draco hadn't caught it, it was that Mattheo's magic was much to strong now. Draco used the typical shielding spell but the curse that Mattheo had sent his way cracked the shell and rushed over Draco's skin. His body dropped to the floor, entire frozen solid.

With a wand Mattheo's magic would always be too strong.