𝔸𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 - 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕠 ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

Mattheo's POV:

✿‧⁺˚*･༓☾✿☽༓･*˚⁺‧✿

I'm stood with Theo and Draco, waiting for our fiances to arrive. The Greengrass sisters walk in and Draco immediately goes to Astoria. Parkinson is with them, so Theo reluctantly goes to her.

Blaise is already dancing somewhere with his lunatic girlfriend while I'm stuck waiting for my whore to finally walk in.

The grand doors open and I look up. There she finally is, with her little huddle of friends. The Malfoy girl goes off to dance with her puppy boy and Tom goes to Daphne, as he's supposed to. Her younger sister, Callie? Cathy? Ca- something goes off to dance with a random bitch who was waiting for her.

Now my doll is left alone.

I grab a drink from a passing waiter and head her way.

Until a random man wraps his arm around her waist.

I recognise him. It's Philip Rosier. Evan Rosier's son. He's my age and also a death eater, who wanted to avenge his father.

And he's touching my doll.

He keeps his arm around her waist, and starts talking to her. I can't hear what he's saying, but it most definitely is flirtatious.

And then she flirts back.

I walk over before he can actually do something and push him away, tipping my drink on his head and smashing the glass into his hair.

"Don't you have your own girl to touch, Rosier?" I sneer at him.

He looks up at me with fear. "I- I do..."

"Then don't touch mine." I wrap my arm around Lestrange's waist and pull her away. She tries pull away but there's people watching and she knows she can't make a scene.

As soon as we get to the side of the room, she gets my arm off her. "What the fuck Riddle?! 'Your girl'? I'm not your girl!"

"Oh but you are. You're going to be my wife aren't you? That means you're mine and I don't want that scum touching what's mine." I get a drink from the table near us and just lean against the wall.

"Yours my ass. I'm not your bitch, for you to do whatever with. If you don't like that I'm my own person you can shove your wand up your arse." She smooths out her dress where it got crinkled around the waist.

"Nice hair, doll. I like the gold." I smirk, seeing her eyes fill with rage.

"Well I don't. But some asshole insisted I needed another 5 tons of weight in gold attached to my scalp. This is heavy as fuck you know, and it hurts to get hit with it too."

"Don't get so angry Lestrange, it looks bad on you. But what's with your dress?" I reach out and pull her closer, stroking the layers of her dress.

"You don't usually wear things like this, you prefer revealing and tight. And so do I, it's better to stare at." I slowly look over her body.

Her collarbone is sharp, but her shoulders dainty. Her chest is pushed up by the bust of her dress, giving me a clear view of her tits. Her dress is tight around the ribs and waist, but then a large skirt covers her hips to her ankles.