A Habit Not To Make. Mattheo Riddle X Gryffindor!reader

a habit not to make. mattheo riddle x gryffindor!reader

summary 🐅: in which you spend the night in mattheo’s bed , sending straight for an interesting morning

warning/s 🔪: swearing, nsfw themes

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you were cursed by the revolting hell of a teenage boy, the spawn and prodigy of tom riddle himself. someone you would have never expected to even associate yourself with until it seemed to be utterly impossible with his taunting.

you were ashamed and frightened, but you wouldn’t lie, you some how still enjoyed every time his tan finger tips ran along your skin teasingly in public, enjoying the tint of red that filled your cheeks as you tried your best to avoid his sneer and knowing eyes.

he loved it. he ate you up like a piece of meat with the unfamiliarity you held to male affection... or just general affection at all.

nights like the one before you always seemed to end, as well as begin, the same way every time. late and shamelessly with his greedy hands upon you like predator on prey, desperate and heart filled with so many bad intentions.

clothes were scattered, bare bodies were pressed against one another, breathless and stressed sounds with fingers slipped and pressed against tongue.

moans, groans, and pleasured filled noises that made the both of you openly melt into one another. he loved it, adored you even when you were under him, obeying, practically on your knees for him, with the same red cheeks.

same nights, always ended and begun with the same mornings.

only this time, it was different and it was not routine like mattheo so solemnly lived by with heart.

he lied on his back, sweat beading on his forehead and gliding down his chest, watching you slide on your black lacy thong before catching your arm, pulling you close back to his bed. you stared at him blankly before your face softening, lifting an eyebrow while his hand now pulled at your hip bone, wanting you closer.

“stay,” his voice was rasped over like dew, his eyes full and pure, something you had never saw of him, almost sending you into shock.

“stay?”

“yes,” his body stayed motionless all except for his left arm rubbing the bare cold skin of your side, almost silently convincing you despite him already knowing you’d agree.

and you did, laying your body against his under his white sheets. mattheo’s hand soothed against your back, manipulating you to sleep as your head was pressed against his chest, thinking of him, analyzing him in your head like you did often.

it wasn’t long before you slept.

°•

it made sense now.

although not right away.

you woke suddenly to the light noise of ruffling clothing. your eyes blinked and blinked till they cleared to see mattheo slip on his slytherin patterned robe, his eyes then meeting yours.

you groaned rubbing your eyes, “what time is it?”

“your first class is soon,” he mumbled, shifting on his feet causing to break eye contact from you, “you missed breakfast.”

you got up fast, now fully processing the bright sun peering through mattheo’s curtains and unmistakable silence of the boy’s dormitory outside of his room, unusual, unless of course it was indeed late and time for your first class.

you begun to pull on your bralette fast, looking around the room fast as if looking for something to cover yourself. mattheo turned, a sly smile on his face as he held out one of his many white collared button downs.

you frowned, settling down before him, your shoulders relaxing once you sighed. and his smirk increased, swinging the shirt around your shoulders so you would place your hands through the sleeves, which you did with a flat, unimpressed expression.

“you’re an asshole.”

“really,” he chuckled a little, beginning to button up the shirt that barely fit your body, “i thought i was being nice letting you sleep in.”

you clenched your jaw, looking up to him and his brown eyes where he was already looking to you while his fingers slipped and looped with the small buttons, his knuckles briefly cladding against your stomach every once and awhile. you swallowed slightly, almost nervous for no entire reason other than feeling entirely vulnerable right then.

“you’ll be cute in green anyways,” he nodded, turning away from your now fully buttoned up shirt, “unless you want to wear the dress on my floor.”

he motioned then to the thin, frail dress that wasn’t even really a dress but rather lingerie that barely went halfway down your thighs. it made your eyes squeeze tight in cringe, adding on more to the embarrassment like a tower.

“shut up,” you took the tie he held out to you, wrapping around your neck before he took over, wrapping and tying it into a perfect knot, mirroring his own. it made grimace at the thought of wearing green, more specifically a slytherin color, it was going against silent rules of gryffindor.

“you’re nasty this morning,” his lips twitched into a smirk once more before handing you a sweater and then a skirt he conveniently had in his closet, making you frown wondering if it was your own or another girls. 

you didn’t answer and after awhile he finally nodded to you, walking out his private bedroom door, leaving you to the quiet. you let it soak you up, allowing the reality of the situation eat you whole. you didn’t even have your books.

°•

you were even more late than planned. eyes on you, making you clench your jaw as your hands laid hopelessly at your side, starring back with devastated eyes. you did not feel like you were living up to your house name.

“miss y/l/n,” snape hadn’t been facing you, his eyes focused on writing upon the chalk board while the rest of his students were busy staring for him, also devastated. “nice of you to join us.”

“always,” you mumbled, your eyes suddenly reaching mattheo’s, a classic, stupid smirk on his face. you rolled your eyes, deciding then it would be best to take a seat.

snape had then turned, his eyes almost immediately landing on you, and he can’t help but smirk himself, the corners of his lips twitching, “very nice attire,” he nodded, causing light giggles to circulate throughout the classroom, “ten points to gryffindor, but let’s not make this a habit, alright?”

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the devil’s command. theodore nott x reader

the story of persephone; the sweet daughter of goddess demeter who was kidnapped by hades and later became the queen of the underworld. heartbreak; (of a person) suffering from overwhelming distress; very upset.

you never trusted draco nor was he ever someone you considered to be there for until you found yourself in the same boat as him.

it was a different kind of hell. the voices in your head and the faltering of your skin, changing from its usual full of life in color to a dead variation, and the nightmares.

four days previous to your dismay, you had made the unbreakable vow to the platinum blonde boy you sat across from right in that moment.

unwillingly, your hand had been joined with his while both your families and the dark lord himself watched.

unwilling was slightly false with the willingness you had shown the moment narcissa had asked you hesitantly to join draco in the vow after the boy had revealed you knew of everything, discovering you listening in on snape and his own discussion of the dark lord.

unwilling, as you had known it was wrong the moment you had gripped draco’s forearm and he gripped yours, snape preforming the spell that slowly began to connect the two of you.

you felt your true self slip away with each ‘yes’ and ‘i do’ you mumbled. your eyes had begun to feed your cheeks silent tears to the thought of what you had gotten yourself into, what you would soon become for the purpose of he who will not be named.

the man, no, the devil who had shook your hand, welcoming you to the worst days of your life.

°•

you only thought of him. you spoke to no one, not even draco. you didn’t eat, you didn’t sleep, and when you did, it was always of the dark lord who woke you back up. you wished for mercy against all things that took toll on your mind and body, but you received none.

it took theo a day to figure something wrong of you. he hadn’t seen nor heard from you the whole day and neither had the rest of your friends. it wasn’t until draco revealed you may had been in the astronomy tower did something very strange dawn upon theo.

draco didn’t care for you. he almost didn’t want anything to do with you and you yourself never really got to the warming up part of the relationship with draco. so the fact that draco knew where you were out of all other people you had a closer relationship with, was concerning.

when theo reached you, his hand gently grabbed the back of your neck as you continued to gaze out to the storm that begun to swell out all around hogwarts, your eyes then squeezing together as theo continued to rub the side of your neck with the pad of his thumb.

“i’ve been looking for you all day.”

you couldn’t bare to face him. you were screwed, knowing damn well he’d always find you no matter where you went or what you did. he was like magnet, connect at heart with you.

“what’s going on in your mind, dovie,” he dipped his head low to come closer to yours, pressing his lips close to the crest of your ear as you kept quiet, squinting at the dark clouds.

you knew if you opened your mouth it’d all spill out, everything.

“tell me what you’re thinking about, baby,” he then held your chin, tipping it to the side so you could see him better even as he was behind you.

he was playing the patient game well with his arms easing around you. he was always patient, completely understanding and upmost adoring with you, something he often got made fun of for by the rest of your group but he couldn’t care less.

“baby-“

“theo,” you turned abruptly, now facing and looking up at your concerned boyfriend. “i cant do this.”

“do what, darling,” he laid his hand on the side of your face, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb as you swallowed harshly, feeling tears beginning to brim your eyes.

you loved theo. you didn’t want to hurt him. he was everything to you but you knew you had to end it with him if you were going to continue to stay alive.

“us, theo,” you almost whined, “we have to breakup.”

°•

“what’d you do to my girlfriend, malfoy?”

theo had marched into the slytherin common room, anger seeping from every pore as he had his eyes set right on draco who sat next to pansy, both lowly holding a conversation.

pansy had never seen theo so angry, his jaw clenched and eyes dark with hurt pouring from the center of his pupils. he was never one who tended to let his anger get the better of him but rather stay silent and wait for outcome. he rarely got angry at all.

but something had changed in you. you no longer had those innocent filled eyes he adored and that full happy content smile you always had on. you always had a glow to you. you were his girl, someone he always wanted to hold and protect, but something happened, something he wasn’t there for and resonated with draco.

he found that a very a valid reason to get angry.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” draco spat quietly with his palms rubbing together. he hadn’t looked up to theo who was now storming over to him, his knuckles turning white before leaning close and over the boy.

“something has happened. my happy little girlfriend is no longer happy, draco, she looks like she wants to kill herself and i have no idea why but i know you have something to do with it,” theo continued to lean over draco, his voice low and so angry that he was seething. “what the fuck did you do to her?”

“i didn’t do anything-“

“bullshit.”

pansy slowly leaned away on the black leathered couch, beginning to fear of what theo would do. he hadn’t been the only one to notice the significant difference between you and draco. she saw less of you and draco, but draco was still physically present, just mentally absent. his usual bickering had ceased and he no longer found the energy to complain or eat.

“you did something,” theo gripped his collar now, yelling and almost yanking him to his feet, “you fucking did something. what did you do? what the fuck did you do to her?”

he felt a pair of arms grip around him, pulling him away as he continued to swear and yell at draco. he repeated the question, never feeling so angry until then, thinking of your weak self, weeping, and hiccuping as you tried to break it off from him.

“theodore, let go of him!” blaise yanked and yanked after approaching the situation, hearing all the yelling from his room, but theo kept his grip, now practically screaming, drawing more attention.

“that’s my fucking girlfriend, my fucking y/n! what’d you do?”

mattheo and enzo rushed, one grabbing draco while the other grabbed theodore, trying to pry them apart from each other. and then in five seconds they had theodore on the ground, blaise pinning him still as he tried to wiggle from his grip.

“calm down, nott, calm down!”

theo continued to struggle against blaise’s grip but had then kept his mouth shut, a great amount of grief overcoming him.

“what’s going on?” lorenzo looked between everyone in the room, “huh?”

“theodore practically jumped draco,” pansy spoke fast, looking between the boys.

“he didn’t jump on me,” draco muttered, “only yanked me.”

“yeah okay, but what happened,” mattheo was already tired of their in between bullshit. he would leave if he didn’t get answers soon. “what is going on?”

“he did something to y/n,” theo whispered, now staring at the high rise dark ceilings. blaise’s gripped loosened and he begun to straighten back up slowly.

draco stayed silent as they all looked to him, his gaze falling short, now not denying theo’s claim.

“well, did you?”

draco stayed silent.

“did you?” mattheo’s voice became stern, his stare on draco harsh as they still stared at him until he finally broke.

“she made the unbreakable vow,” his elbows were on his knees as he mumbled lowly, regret immediately causing him to put his eyes on the carpeted floor.

“what’d she swear to,” theo sat up quickly, eyeing draco but he continued to advert his gaze. “what did she swear to, draco?”

it’s silent till draco inhaled sharply, “only to keep my secret.” 

blaise glanced at mattheo who shared the same look of confusion as silence once again took over them. theo didn’t want to even know as he stood slowly, running a hand across his face. he begun to walk away, to exit the common room until draco called out once more.

“i’m not the only one she made the vow with,” his voice was even lower, hesitant and he sounded as if he was about to be sick. “she joined in hand with he who will not be named, promising her life to him, promising to obey every command of his. he owns her now.”

“draco, how do you know of all this?”

“he’s a death eater now,” mattheo looked to pansy and the rest of them that surround draco, all slightly shocked with their jaws going slack and eyes lightening.

“can’t you die from saying this, draco,” pansy whispered before mattheo quickly spoke, his eyes going distant.

“it wasn’t his vow, it was theirs. he only dies if draco made one with.. he who will not be named.”

“i fucking knew it,” theo gritted his teeth, marching right back over to the boy, “you hated her so much, you just had to ruin her life right with yours.”

“i never wanted to hurt her,” draco finally stood, “she’s the one who took the vow even after i told her not to.”

“was this before or after the two of you were practically bound for life?”

“it’s not my fault.”

“you ruined her life!”

“it was her decision!”

theo felt very overwhelmed. his mind racing fast as it finally dawned upon him that you had practically sacrificed yourself to the dark lord. it pained him to think of what you were possibly going through, with him in your head every second of the day, no longer having a life.

he wanted to hold you, kiss you, make sure you knew you were safe with him. he wanted to promise you things he knew he probably couldn’t keep, what he still wanted to reassure you that you were safe with him.

but no longer could you feel safe no matter what anyone said or did.

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