Mattheo's POV:

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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.

Shame, I love staring at her hips and ass.

Even the rest of her body is perfect, not too big or small, like a goddess created her. A goddess, because a man could never make a woman so exquisite.

I get slapped across the face.

"You do not get to just stare at me shamelessly, Riddle. And I wore the dress because I wanted to, I don't care what you like seeing me in."

She walks away, and disappears into the crowd. But not before I see her gold bracelet slither up her arm and become a simple gold necklace.

She brought her snake, how smart. Well I brought mine too. Nagini slithers around my right middle finger, not as used to being a hiding snake as Salazar.

Now what do I do?

My date just slapped me and left, and I'm left alone at the side of the room. And what was her problem anyway, I just complemented her body. She goes around wearing slutty outfits anyway, so why am I the bad guy now?

I just lean on the wall, sipping on a bottle of fire whisky.

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The clock finally hits 1pm.

I think I drank too much alcohol by that wall.

I'm supposed to pull a ring out for that Lestrange bitch now.

I walk over to the back of the hall, decorated with glitter, gold and balloons. There's an archway over the spot we're supposed to stand.

House elves get the guests to go over there, and I walk over and stand under the arch. My father passes me the ring box and I wait for her.

Once all the guests can see the slightly raised platform, she steps out of the crowd, parting it like the red sea.

She steps up and walks over to me. Her black dress is the same shape as a wedding dress. Ironic.

I kneel down, and take a deep breath.

I open the small box in my hands, and  on a black velvet pillow rests a gold ring. Intricately created to have the band look like a snake curling around her finger and the tail around the square deep green diamond.

"Elizabeth Druella Lestrange, will you marry me, Mattheo Thomas Riddle, and be my wife and the motchildren for life?"

I had to think of and practice saying those words for hours. And she has a simple, one word answer.

"Yes."

I slide the ring onto her left ring finger while the crowds cheer.

Then she does something unexpected. The Malfoy girl walks over, pulls out a matchbox and lights a match.

My fiance takes it, and drops it onto the skirt of her dress. The guests gasp and some panic.

But the black tulle just burns away, leaving a body tight emerald dress. She's always full of surprises, isn't she?

I try blink. I can't. My eyes just want to keep and keep staring.

"Can't wear the same dress when I'm no longer single, can I?" She smirks and the whole crowd is in awe.

She really is something.

And now she's my something.

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(The dress)

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