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"why are you always flirting in near death situations?" With Mattheo and bestie reader or girlfriend reader please. I love your imagined so much and this is my first time requesting 🥺

—willow

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: mattheo has a brilliant idea for a date.. not

warnings: mentions of sex, a bit suggestive but no actual smut

notes: this was so fun to write anon, thank you!! please send more of these asks in the future! at the moment i mostly enjoy writing for mattheo or theo (or theo and belle -> from my fic call it what you want)

"this was the stupidest idea ever" you mumbled walking next to mattheo "you really outdid yourself this time"

"isn't it romantic?" he gestured in the air around you

you looked around confused "horrifying is more the word i would use"

"don't be so negative all the time" mattheo outstretched his arm and intertwined your fingers "this is the perfect spot for a quickie" he smirked

"you disgust me" you rolled your eyes, while still watching around you uncertain. mattheo had dragged you outside for a walk. in the forbidden forest. at night. "you really are pushing your luck"

"ahh" mattheo almost made a noise that sounded like a giggle "you wouldn't leave me"

"go on with that behaviour and you'll find out" you smiled sarcastically. mattheo relaxed when you squeezed his hand "can we please go back now?" you muttered

"are you scared?" mattheo laughed

"of course not" you shook your head "i just don't want to explain why my boyfriend disappeared"

"are you planning to murder me?"

"no body, no crime" you shrugged

"yeah.." mattheo trailed off and you grew suspicious

"matty?" you asked

"huh?"

"you do know where we are... right?"

"pfff" mattheo looked behind you "of course" he raised his arm to point in a general direction "there's that thing back there"

"you have no idea" you sighed, more to yourself than to him

"i was busy looking at you"

"don't do this right now" you breathed "this is just great" you turned around, trying to find a hint of the way that would lead you back to the castle "did you never read hansel and gretel?"

"what?" he asked flabbergasted

"the muggle tale about the siblings getting lost in the forest, who find their way back using bread crumbs" you got a bit heated and started speaking louder

"no?" mattheo replied offended "why would i?"

"because we are in the exact same position as they were, aren't we? where are our bread crumbs?"

"i'm not sure what you mean, the kitchen has been closed for hours" he said confused

"i'm not talking about actual bread crumbs" you replied frustrated while messaging the space between your eyebrows.

"ooh, yeah.. i understand what you mean" matty nodded and for a short second you had the hope that he put a bit of planning into this idiotic idea "whatever the equivalent of bread crumbs is.. i did not bring it" mattheo admitted and shrank under your gaze

"did you bring anything? a map at least?"

"ehh.. no"

"what was your plan exactly, matty?" you crossed your arms

"well" mattheo said, scratching his neck "my plan was to come here and have sex behind a tree. yeah.. that was it"

"do you ever think with your head?"

"not about you, no"

"okay" you tried to calm yourself down "i'm gonna get us out of here"

"i'm so proud to have such a brilliant girlfriend"

"flattering won't get you anywhere tonight, baby" even though his strategy didn't work, mattheo was glad that you didn't seem as angry as before

"sure" he nodded "what are we gonna do"

"first we're--" you paused, suddenly noticing something that send a shiver down your spine

"baby?" mattheo asked, confused why you had suddenly stopped talking "is everything alright?"

"no" you shook your head, before you grabbed his arms, gently turning him around so he could see what you did

"shit" mattheo said as he noticed the webs and the signs, that had warnings of spiders plastered all over them

"this is my worst nightmare" you panicked. there was nothing, really nothing in the world you were more scared of than spiders. mattheo knew that. his eyes softened as he noticed you shaking and grabbing at his hand.

"don't worry" mattheo whispered to calm you down, suddenly remembering something very important "i did bring a map" he took out a parchment and held it in your direction. theo had been as impressed as you by mattheo's stupid idea, so he had drawn a map, just to make sure you both would survive the night. "theo coulnd't talk me out of it, but he gave me this"

"i need to tell theo that i love him" you said relieved. theo's handwriting was neat, so you had no problem to read what he had drawn.

"this kinda turns me off, baby"

you send mattheo a look. "you better be kidding. why are you even turned on in the first place?"

"you look so hot in that dress" mattheo smiled "my pretty lady" he kissed you on the neck longingly

"why are you always flirting in near death situations?" you asked, impressed how he was still able to concentrate on sex while you were literally surrounded by possible danger

"we're not dying, are we?"

"i suppose?"

"i will never not get turned on by you as long as i can breath"

"matty" you giggled as he sucked on your sweet spot "i'm not gonna have sex with you right now and definitely not here"

"too bad" mattheo acted disappointed "how about my room? i'll get rid of theo"

"don't you think he already did enough for us tonight?" you asked, raising theo's map "we can go to my room" you sighed "but get us out of here first"

"yes ma'am"

—starlight

pairing: soft!mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: mattheo had been liking you for years and when you loose your cat, it's finally his time to prove how good of a boyfriend he would be

warnings: really small mention of a loved one dying

notes: y/n is a bit luna lovegood coded

the morning was hotter than the days before, even though it was slowly becoming fall. mattheo and his friends had decided to stay inside for the first time in weeks and were now sitting in the Iibrary, busy understanding their potions homework.

"so" enzo mumbled, the words a bit harder to recognize, because he had the tip of his quill between his lips "what is the answer to number eight?"

"if i tell you, you won't learn anything" theo, the only one who was really understanding the task at hand, groaned.

"yeah, but we would stop wasting our time" mattheo mumbled just silent enough so theo wouldn't hear. blaise, who sat next to him, laughed.

"come on, mate" draco started pleading "you know i normally get these, but it's so hot outside, i'd rather swim in the lake"

"well, you have to earn that first" theo was not budging under the pleading of his friends. blaise, draco, enzo and mattheo groaned simultaneously

"where is pansy? shouldn't she sit here with us and be annoyed at you?" blaise asked, while his eyes wandered to the empty spot next to draco, that was normally occupied by the girl.

"she's got detention with mcgonagall, i'm copying the answers for her" draco answered

"well, now that's unfair" mattheo shook his head "why don't you say anything about that, theo?"

it seemed like theo hadn't even listened to what his friends were talking about. he was busy reading the next number and looked up confused. "what?"

"forget it" mattheo hid his face in his hands, while blaise and enzo exchanged a look, rolling their eyes

"woah" blaise suddenly made next to him "isn't that y/n?"

mattheos head turned, so did the rest of his friend's.

it was indeed you. the slytherins watched in confusion how you climbed the ladder leaning against the shelf. their confusion only grew when you didn't stop climbing at the highest shelf, but used your arms to pull you up on top of the shelf.

"what is she doing?" enzo mumbled

“i have no clue” mattheo watched you closely, following your every move.

he had been kind of in love with you since the third grade. his friends found his crush on you quite interesting, considering you were a bit curious and weird, but somehow all of them agreed that it was in a cute way, a bit too stubborn, a bit too much in your own world.

maybe the carelessness and constant happy mood you were spotted with only added to their confusion. mattheo wasn’t normally the guy to go for girls like you. and it was out of the ordinary to see him as nervous as he was around you. girls normally didn't make him nervous, but you did.

they all gasped simultaneously, as one of your hands hit the shelf a bit too far left and almost made you fall down.

“oh” you said, both at your close call and their presence, you had only noticed them now. “hi” you used the hand that had almost caused you to fall to wave at them

“hey, y/n!” theo raised his hand, copying your greeting, while his eyes were still fixated on the potions book on the table in front of him. he was the only one of his friends who was also friends with you, a result of your similar interest in astronomy.

mattheo watched you closely. he had stood up to catch you, in case there was another close call. him and the rest of his friends watched you as you crawled along the shelf.

“what are you doing?” enzo asked, louder than he had planned which resulted in madam pince shushing him. "sorry" enzo cringed, but it was already too late.

his voice had been so loud and sudden, that it had made you shriek. like mattheo had predicted, you lost your balance and fell down the shelf. luckily, he caught you before you could hit the ground.

“thanks” you smiled, patting his chest and climbing out of his arms.

mattheo was stunned at how relaxed you still were after almost falling to your death. well, maybe not death but you still could've gotten hurt really bad.

“i was looking for my cat” you smiled as if it was the most logical explanation, answering enzo’s question, without any hard feeling about him causing you to fall. “but she isn’t up there”

“ahh, alright” enzo nodded, acting like he understood what you were talking about, but he looked as lost as mattheo felt.

“see you later” you waved your hand at the boys before you turned around and left the library.

mattheo quickly grabbed his potions book, ready to follow you.

“what are you doing?” theo looked at him with narrowed eyes, almost sounding offended “we haven’t finished number nine yet”

“i was trying to..” mattheo trailed off, pointing at where you had last stood

“go” draco directed, pushing theo, who was ready to get up and discuss things with mattheo, back down in his seat.

blaise plastered a hand over theo’s mouth as he started protesting. mattheo nodded at his friends, silently thanking them, before he ran out of the library, hoping to still catch you.

to his luck, you had enough time on you to walk through the halls slowly.

“hey” mattheo breathed, matching your step “do you need help looking for your cat?”

“sure” you seemed happy enough about his suggestion “her name is starlight, but she doesn’t really answer to that, so there’s no point in calling her”

“okay” mattheo nodded “and she normally spends her time on top of the library shelves?”

“sometimes” you shrugged “she mostly spends her time all over the castle”

“do you often do things like that?”

“what?” you smiled “climb on top of shelves and let pretty boys catch me? not really, no” you shook your head laughing, while mattheo was still stuck on what you had described him as.

“how does starlight look like?” he tried a different approach as he followed you through the halls, almost sure you were heading to the astronomy tower.

“she’s a ginger cat”

“well, that’s explains a lot” mattheo laughed and you joined in “why doesn’t she answer to her name?”

“she belonged to my grandfather, she would only ever answer his calling, or react to his voice in general” you explained “he died a few months ago and my parents thought about giving her away, so she's now staying with me”

“that’s sad” mattheo frowned “i’m sorry about your loss”

“don’t be” you smiled up at him with big eyes and he almost missed a step on the way up. “he wasn’t the nicest, i don’t think he even liked anyone apart from his cat, but she’s nice enough most of the time”

“i get it” mattheo nodded understandingly “so where would she normally hide?” he looked around the room, trying to spot the orange fur of your cat. now that he thought about it, he remembered you chasing her around the halls a few times.

“you mind helping me up?” you pointed at the wooden beam over both of your heads

“seems like she prefers the higher spots, huh?” mattheo asked sarcastically, before he picked you up without another word of protest

you climbed on top of the beam, turning your head, before you finally shook it and mattheo helped you back down.

“where could she be if she isn’t here either?”

“i have one last spot in mind” you nodded, thinking “if she isn’t there, then i don’t know where she could still be”

“well, hopefully she is”

“as long as she’s fine” you smiled

mattheo followed you back down the steps of the tower, pending what he could still ask you. he wouldn’t waste any time he could spend with you, he would make the most of it.

his mind was racing, trying to come up with something, but the only thing he could remember was the list of thirty six questions blaise had shown him the day before, swearing that those were the best icebreakers at a first date.

well, this was far from a first date, but it did not hurt to try

“given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?” he muttered, recalling the first question.

your face lit up at his sudden question. “that’s a fun question” you smiled “let me think about it. does the person have to be alive?”

mattheo shook his head

“well then i would pick my grandmother, i think” you smiled, deep in thought “she was a great woman. i remember my grandfather being a decent person back when she was alive. she used to make these crocheted hats for me. i have them in almost every color”

“that sounds nice” mattheo smiled as he noticed how your features lit up while talking about your grandma. he followed you into the great hall, not even questioning it.

“what about you?” you asked him, taking a quick turn and walking up the steps around the wall of the entryway.

“what about me?” mattheo repeated confused

“yeah” you laughed at his forgetfulness “who would you have dinner with?”

“i don’t know” mattheo shrugged

“i don’t accept that answer” you shook your head “i can't believe that no one comes to mind at that”

there was someone coming to mattheo’s mind. but he couldn’t tell you. right now, he only wanted to have dinner with one person and that person was you, and maybe your cat, because not finding her would probably mean that you would be sad otherwise.

“merlin” mattheo answered quickly and you raised your eyebrows

“fan?”

“the biggest” mattheo grinned and cringed the moment your eyes left his face. he was ready to turn around and run away, but your sudden calling kept him from it.

“starlight!” you laughed, holding out your arms and catching the orange cat that had been about to fall from the highest shelf.

“hey” mattheo cooed, softly stroking the cat’s head. the cat hissed at him and he quickly pulled his hand back.

“she likes you” you smiled brightly despite starlight proving the opposite.

“you really think so?” mattheo asked unsurely.

“of course” you were pulling the cat close to your chest “she’s smiling at you”

mattheo wasn’t so sure about that. starlight looked like she was ready to claw his eyes out if left unattended in the same room.

starlight settled on top of your shoulder as you began to walk back down the stairs. mattheo was ready to follow, but starlight hissed at him over you shoulder and it took him a second longer to catch up to you.

despite anything you had previously said, he was sure that that cat absolutely loved you, even if she often spend her time sleeping in the most ridiculous places and making you search for her. he was sure you loved her just as much, even you had so casually talked about the cat's situation he had noticed that you couldn't have endured your parents just giving her away. he had also noticed the worry in your eyes when stalright hadn't been in the astronomy tower.

additional to that, he was also sure she already hated him. maybe she could sense the inappropriate thoughts he sometimes had about you.

“thank you for your help” you had walked mattheo back to the doors of the library, after he had claimed that his friends would probably appreciate his return to finish the homework.

“no problem” he smiled and he had almost sighed at how pretty you were, just simply standing in front of him “i’d do anything” he mumbled under his breath.

“what?” you laughed, not having understood a sound of what he had mumbled. starlight was busy playing with a strand of your hair. mattheo had to smile at that and you mirrored his expression.

“doesn’t matter” mattheo shrugged and his smile grew brighter as he watched you laugh at him.

you softly held a hand in front of starlight's eyes, before you stood on your tiptoes, softly kissing mattheo's cheek. “thank you, maybe we could have dinner some day” you said, before you waved him a final goodbye “say goodbye starlight” the cat hissed at him once again and you smiled pleased, before you turned around and walked back in the direction of your dorm.

“i’d do anything” mattheo repeated his earlier words when you were far enough away. his cheeks were red and his hand touched the spot on which your lips had rested a few seconds ago. “anything”

—gorgeous

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: being in love with your best friend might be a bad idea, but drowning your sorrows in alcohol might be your worst one yet

warnings: underage drinking, partying, no usage of y/n, a few suggestive remarks

notes: this is my official entry for the hogmarch challenge of @thatdammchickennugget using prompt 2: “are you speaking parsletongue or am i really that drunk?”

the night was rushing fast away in front of your eyes, easy chatter, at the start of the party, quickly turning into drunken singing and shouting along to the music that was drowning out everything else.

the dim blue light that was shining through the ravenclaw common room did it‘s best to worsen the drunken state many of your classmates were in.

mattheo was sitting on a couch, wearing his usual cool demeanour and being surrounded by his friends. they were known for getting a bit drunk, but never making an embarrassment out of themselves through loud singing or obnoxious dancing.

and normally you were known for sitting right next to them and doing the same.

even though it was dark, you could see mattheo's head turn and his eyes searching the crowd for you. you had excused yourself to get something to drink. that had been over ten minutes ago and you were really debating to just go to bed.

the night had turned out differently than you had expected and you weren't really in the mood to act like it hadn't.

"someone is looking for you" a voice behind you said and you turned around startled.

"harry" you said relieved when you recognized the boy.

it wasn't like the two of you were friends, after all you were coming from vastly different groups, but since a project in astronomy you had become acquaintances, sometimes sharing a few nice words at parties.

"why are you standing here all alone? why aren't you with your friends?"

"why aren't you?" you shot back, making harry quirk an eyebrow.

"well played" he complimented and smiled "i was trying to get away from dean and ginny making out"

"ouch" it wasn't really a well known fact that harry fancied ginny, but you had noticed it right away a few parties ago and he had been able to read you well enough to know that you had known.

"it's alright" he shrugged "i just don't want to sit next to it"

"who would?" you asked sarcastically as you eyes fell on the couple, hungrily making out on the couch, successfully pushing seamus off.

it seemed that a few people felt way too comfortable in the ravenclaw common room.

"oi, it's no fun with these two" seamus complained, sympathetically hitting harry's shoulder on the way to the table with the drinks.

"back to you" harry grinned, seemingly uncomfortable with talking about his secret crush on ginny weasley more than necessary "why are you avoiding riddle? i thought you two were the best of friends"

"i'm not avoiding him" you said defensively, taking a big gulp from the vodka in your cup to prevent yourself from saying any more.

harry took a moment to study your facial expression, before he sighed in a tone that almost made you tear up "oh"

"no" you shook your head "no 'oh', stop looking at me like that, potter"

harry laughed dryly "too late" he shrugged "so, being the best of friends is your actual problem, huh?"

you didn't answer his question, but took another sip from the cup. immediately regretting it.

harry cringed "if you continue drinking at that rate you won't be able to speak a coherent sentence in a few minutes"

"maybe i don't want to speak coherent sentences anymore"

"so we're already at the point of drowning our sorrows in alcohol?" he raised his cup and took a sip "no, you're right, it doesn't look like you're unluckily in love with riddle at all"

you sighed "okay, fine, you're obviously smarter than you look" you rolled your eyes.

"well, ouch" harry said offended, but you could see a hint of mischief in his eyes. "am i allowed to join your little club of self-pity?"

"sure" you nodded "the more the merrier i guess"

"there's no better way to spend a party than drown yourself in self-pity with the girl you're kind of on good terms with"

"yeah, totally" you grinned "but i think if we continue talking at that rate we will be able to call each other friends in an hour"

"deal" harry laughed, before he grabbed the bottle of vodka on the table behind you, filling both your own and his cup back up. he put the bottle back and held his cup in your direction "to unrequited love" he said dramatically.

you grimaced, but raised your cup to clink against his. "to unrequited love" you toasted "and unexpected friendships" you added.

"yeah that too" he smiled before you both took a big sip from your cups.

"vodka is fucking disgusting" you complained and harry nodded, making a face that would allow the assumption that he had been thinking the same thing.

"at least it does the trick"

you and harry spend the next hour recklessly sipping vodka, while you were telling each other ridiculous stories. the vodka had a quicker effect than either of you had thought, making the both of you dance and refer to each other as friends sooner than you had predicted.

just as 'dancing queen' began to play and you were twirling on the dancefloor, did you notice the empty spot on the couch occupied by your friends. there was only one of them missing. before it could really register in your brain who exactly was missing, a voice rang out next to you.

"make room, potter" you and harry both turned around, looking surprised at the arrival of mattheo riddle.

"matty" you laughed after the few seconds it had taken you to recognize your best friend.

mattheo's arm darted to the side, catching you before you could fall to the ground. you had made the attempt to hug him, missing his body by a few feet. you had been closer to hugging cormac mclaggen who was standing off to the side.

"there you are" mattheo noted, gently taking your cup out of your hand, sniffing the contents and grimacing at the strong sent of vodka, mixed with a bit of orange juice.

"do you want some?" you slurred, grinning up at the boy, who's arm was still holding you steady.

"how many of these has she had?" mattheo asked harry, thinking he would be a little less wasted than you.

"like thirty-four thousand?" harry answered before him and you broke into simultaneous laughter.

"had to have been a lot" mattheo muttered, noticing the way you were laughing with the chosen one, gripping his arm, like you were old friends.

he let go of you, taking harry's cup as well, emptying the both into the bucket under the table with the drinks. he came back right in time to witness you saying goodbye to harry with a dramatic hug, kissing both his cheeks and lastly his forehead.

"yeah, that's enough" mattheo said, dragging your body back against his when he noticed you going in to plant more kisses on harry's face. he looked bad enough, the red lipstick you were wearing leaving marks all over his face.

harry smiled before he waved at you and turned around, stumbling through the crowd of students probably in search of his redheaded best friend.

mattheo rolled his eyes. "you're absolutely wasted, darling"

you turned around to look at him and unconsciously bring a bit of space between the both of you "is it that obvious?" you asked.

mattheo watched with a smirk, how you tried to balance yourself out, to just be able to stand. your arm ended up stabilizing your own hip and you almost fell full on to the side, when you moved your leg.

"not really" mattheo grinned "come on, baby" he softly gripped your waist on either side, guiding you in the direction of your friends. you closed your eyes, leaning your head against his shoulder, letting him walk you through the room willingly.

"have i ever told you how gorgeous you are?"

"i am?" he asked laughing.

"so gorgeous that it hurts"

"you're flattering me" he smiled, nudging your arm. "but maybe you should concentrate more on walking in the right direction"

he was right. it was taking you way too long to cross the room, thanks to your inability to still walk in a straight line, even with his help.

"hey" mattheo greeted, making the eyes of his friends turn on him. "i'm bringing her to bed"

"already?" enzo asked skeptically, checking his watch "it's only two a.m."

"hey guys!" you greeted when your eyes snapped open. you bend forward, plastering a kiss onto enzo’s cheek. "how the party you doing? good? good!" you smiled, nodding as your eyes fell closed, as you leaned back onto mattheo again.

"what?" theo laughed at your slurred words that had not made the slightest bit of sense.

"yeah, i get it now" enzo nodded understandingly, trying to rub your lipstick off his cheek.

"she's only been gone for an hour" blaise said unbelievingly "how did she get that drunk?"

"she's had approximately like more than a thousand vodka-o's according to potter" mattheo chuckled.

"potter?" draco repeated disgustingly "what has she been doing with potter?"

"harry and i are best friends" you gushed, giving draco an angry look. he rolled his eyes in annoyance, but without questioning your answer.

"let's not get ahead of ourselves, love" mattheo argued, a bit of jealousy in his voice.

"you don't have to be jealous" you softly touched his cheek "you know i love you more than anyone, honey"

blaise let out a loud whistling noise "seems likes she's your girl after all, riddle"

"oh shut up" mattheo said at the same time as you said "of course"

"better bring her to bed now" theo advised and you could feel mattheo nod next to you.

"i'll be back in a few minutes" mattheo promised, as he softly turned you around to be able to walk you in the direction of the door.

"no he won't" you slurred, turning your head in the direction your friends, gripping mattheo's neck and winking at them.

enzo hollored and theo laughed, while blaise repeated the whisteling.

"cheers to that" even draco was amused about you, as he raised his cup in your direction.

"i'll be back" mattheo assured again, pushing you forward.

"no you won't" theo shook his head, smirking as he watched his friend roll his eyes and gently guide you through the crowd.

"how about a shot of tequila?" you suggested to mattheo, perfectly awake again. there was no hint of the tiredness that had consumed your body only a few minutes ago.

maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the sound of a familiar voice indicating the beginning of the song 'whatta man' by salt-n-pepa, which was now booming through the boxes.

"no, no more alcohol" mattheo shook his head, suddenly being the kind of responsible he had never seen himself to become.

"oh my god!" you gushed when you finally reconized the song "that's my favorite song! let us dance, matty!"

he was distracted by two hufflepuff boys almost running into him, when you saw the perfect opportunity to escape his hold. stupidly enough, that was the only thing you could see, as you had promptly gotten lost in the crowd of people.

mattheo was at your side only a second after, making you realize that you had in fact just turned around, without moving more than a feet away from him.

"if you don't come with me on your own accord, i'll have to carry you" mattheo warned.

you giggled, clasping your hands around his biceps "let us dance" you pleaded, completely ignoring what he had said.

mattheo furrowed his eyebrows, still waiting for you to reply to what he had said, but you were busy watching a few ravenclaws and hufflepuffs downing shots. "or we could down some shots" you mumbled.

mattheo took that as answer enough, clasping one of his hands around your forearm and the other around your leg, as he bend down to throw you over his shoulder.

"matty" you protested, as he began to walk you out of the common room. you gave up arguing and continued to sing along to the chorus of 'whatta man' as mattheo walked you both through the crowd of people.

as soon as the door to the ravenclaw common room fell close behind the two of you, you slumped down on mattheo's shoulder, the tiredness hitting you immediately.

"do you want to walk on your own now, baby?" mattheo asked, but he could feel you shake your head. "can you use you words?" he was growing a bit concerned at your sudden mood shift, trying to make sure that you were still somewhat alright.

"no" you pouted "i don't want to use my words"

"you just did"

"i never let a man tell me what to do" you slurred and mattheo had to chuckle.

"clearly" he muttered under his breath.

he walked through the halls of the castle quickly, making sure that you wouldn't be discovered by one of the teachers. you would probably kill him if one of them saw you like this. you never really got that drunk often, so it was on mattheo to make sure that no one found out about it now.

he should've searched for you immediately after you hadn't come back. he shouldn't have waited an hour. but he was scared of annoying you. you were always together and he had taken your absence as a sign for you needing some space.

if he could, he would follow you around all the time, preferably holding your hand while doing so. maybe in another universe you would want him to do that.

"when are we there?" you asked, your hand wandering across his shoulder, before it finally found it's place in his hair, gripping it tightly.

"any second now" mattheo was trying to make sure not to shake your body too much, as he quickly walked down the steps to the dungeon. he wouldn't want you to throw up. "do you feel sick, sweetheart?"

"no" you muttered "i just want to sleep"

"i know, i know" mattheo patted the back of your leg "we're almost at the door"

he hadn't lied. it only took a few more seconds, before he whispered the password and the door to the slytherin common room opened, revealing the familiar green lighting as he walked you both inside. he crossed the room, climbing the stairs to your dorm.

he took his time to set you down on your bed, making sure that no quick movement could make you feel uncomfortable. he unfolded your blanket, spreading it across your body.

he was ready to leave the room, before you called him back.

"matty" you cried and he perked up, walking back to the bed. you threw the blanket to the side dramatically, revealing your trousers and shirt. "i can't sleep like this"

"oh" mattheo said dumbfounded "do you want me to take them off?" he asked slowly, gripping the waistband of your trousers.

"are you speaking parsletongue or am i really that drunk?" you giggled at the joke with your eyes still closed.

"you're really that drunk" mattheo answered, rolling his eyes at your unseriousness "and it's not funny"

"it's a bit funny" you opened your eyes and giggled at his facial expression "why are you so serious, matty?"

"i should've kept an eye on you" he answered "you don't like to be drunk"

"i can make my own decisions" you argued, crossing your arms.

"obviously" mattheo nodded "should i take them off?" he repeated his question from earlier, but the tone of his voice made you sober up immediately, well at least a bit.

"are you really angry at me right now?" you asked surprised.

"i had to leave the party to bring you to bed"

"that's not the reason you're angry" you said, knowing him well enough to see through his lie.

"okay, fine" he sat down on the bed and you sat up, drawing your knees to your chest and hugging them with your arms. "maybe i'm a bit angry that you would rather spend your evening getting drunk with potter than speaking to me"

"matty"

"no, it's fine" he shook his head "i shouldn't be angry about how you choose to spend your time. goodnight" he stood up from the bed, walking to the door quickly, so voice rang out before he was able to twist the doorknob.

"can you please just stay?" you asked and he turned around in surprise.

"what?"

"maybe i chose to spend time with harry, but i'm choosing to spend the night with you. isn't that more important?"

"that's not how it works"

"okay, fine" you said, tired of arguing "do you want to know the truth? spending time with you is super hard while i'm madly in love with you" even though you were a bit more sober than before, he could still recognize the drunkness in your voice, especially because you were never that bold.

"madly in love with me, huh?" mattheo repeated surprised, his signature smirk immediately replacing the frown on his face.

“it’s embarrassing, i know” you buried your face in your hands, hiding your rosy cheeks from his eyes. he softly took your hands in his, freeing your face of them.

"don't hide from me" he smiled "and it’s not embarrassing, because the truth is, that i'm madly in love with you too"

you smiled up at him. “can you kiss me then?” he smiled at your question, but shook his head.

“no more kisses tonight” he muttered, softly stroking your hair “we can do that tomorrow, as often as you want to, when you’re sober again”

“okay” you nodded.

he gently helped you to exchange your trousers for pyjama bottoms, before he took of his shirt and climbed into bed next to you. you cuddled close to his chest, your hair tickling him whenever you moved.

"blaise was right" you said finally "i'm your girl after all"

"you always were" mattheo whispered back, softly kissing your forehead, before the both of you fell asleep, holding onto each other.

—endgame

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: mattheo is absolutely in love with you, but now it seems like he spent a bit too long not telling you that

warnings: cursing, suggestive language

notes: guys this was not supposed to be posted lmaooo!! but i‘ll just leave it here, now that it’s too late anyway 😭

the slytherin boys were lazily slumped over the couches in the common room, casually chattering as the fire burned in front of them.

"and then she asked me to show her how to fly sometime" enzo shrugged as he finished his explanation "i mean she was there when we learned that in first year, so i'm not sure why i would have to show her"

"you oblivious little idiot" blaise slapped a pillow against enzo's head, who let out a whimper at the sudden hit.

"she was flirting with you" draco exclaimed with a roll of his eyes and without even looking up from the newspaper he was reading.

"oh" enzo said dumbfounded.

"she knows that you're crazy about quidditch" theo added.

"yeah" mattheo agreed "she probably wanted to flatter you, telling you how good you are at flying and you didn't even understand that"

"oh" enzo mumbled once again and the regret in his voice made his friends perk up.

draco let the newspaper rest in his lap. "what did you answer?" he asked, quirking a brow.

"the exact same thing i just told you guys" enzo admitted shamefully, which was accompanied by blaise and mattheo loudly groaning.

"you really are an oblivious idiot" draco shook his head in a disappointed manner, before going back to his newspaper.

before enzo could say anything else to defend himself, there were giggles coming from the stairs. blaise and mattheo looked behind the couch simultaneously.

"speaking of oblivious" blaise snorted, before he earned himself a slap from mattheo and a simple hand gesture that told him to get off the couch and find another place to plant his arse.

blaise was barely on his feet, emptying the spot next to mattheo, when pansy and you stepped into the common room.

"hey guys" pansy greeted before she let herself fall in between draco and enzo, half onto draco's lap, which the former only grunted at.

you smiled your usual smile, waving at you friends, before you walked around the couch on which mattheo was sitting. you held up the book you were carrying to him and mattheo immediately got into position.

he turned his body, so that his legs were now resting on the couch before him. he opened them up so you could slip between them, laying your head onto his tummy, as you opened your book and got comfortable.

mattheo softly started moving his fingers through your hair. theo, on the armchair on the left of both of you, raised his eyebrows. even draco lowered his newspaper for a second, to inspect your cuddly position.

"so, y/n" theo said "why don't you tell us something about your date with that seventh year ravenclaw?"

now it was mattheo's turn to furrow his brows. theo looked perfectly innocent, but mattheo recognized a hint of mischief in his blue eyes. blaise giggled into his fist like he had just witnissed the biggest burn and enzo looked between both theo and mattheo, wondering if the former was even allowed to ask such a question.

"oh" you smiled awkwardly, as you let your book sink onto your chest. "you mean leslie?"

theo nodded and watched mattheo's expression closely, who's face was full of disdain.

"go on" pansy smiled "you can tell them" she started giggling and you joined her laughter.

it was like a switch had been flipped as both you and pansy recalled the day a week before. you did not leave out one detail, from how the boy had asked you out to how the actual date went.

mattheo was not happy to hear what you had to say (or how pansy couldn't stop mentioning how handsome and attractive leslie was), but he had to admit that it was kind of funny to see theo's face fall more from minute to minute and how much regret was evident on it when you ended the story after half an hour.

it seemed like the only person who enjoyed listening was enzo, who spend most of his time asking about certain things you had said and if you had meant them in a flirting or normal way. mattheo had to admit to himself that it was probably his and the rest of the boys' fault that enzo outstretched the story with his unnecessary questions. it seemed like he wanted to make sure that nothing what happened the day before would repeat itself.

"was that everything you wanted to know?" you asked theo, admittedly a bit amused, as you noticed the panicked look on his face and the quick nod he was giving you.

"why didn't you tell me you had a date?" mattheo asked you and you almost broke your neck as you tried to look at him without sitting up.

"sorry, i didn't think it was that important" you shrugged "and i never thought that you wanted to hear anything about it, but now that i know that you guys are interested in that kind of conversation, we can speak about stuff like that more often"

it was only after pansy and you had excused yourself to go to bed, that there was a debrief happening in mattheo's and theo's room.

mattheo was walking from side to side, as the earlier events replayed themselves in his head.

"pansy and y/n are yappers" blaise noted matter of factly "and now you've actually gotten them to yap even more"

"thank you, theo" draco added sarcastically, while theo just shrugged his shoulders.

"i didn't know it would spiral into that" he excused "i was just trying to get someone to get off of his arse and talk to a certain someone, considering something between the two of them"

"it doesn't help anyone if you're talking in riddles" enzo rolled his eyes, before he got ellbowed by blaise, who pointed at the still walking mattheo. "oh" enzo nodded "you're talking about mattheo and—"

"what kind of name is leslie anyway?" mattheo cried, succesfully shutting enzo up.

"i mean have you seen the guy?" blaise laughed "his name should be the least of your concerns"

"thank you, blaise" mattheo nodded, spotting a sarcastic smile "very helpful actually"

"listen, mate" theo said and all eyes turned to him "i'm not saying you should just be happy about what's happened, but it's a bit your own fault"

"my own fault?" mattheo repeated stunned.

"he's not wrong" draco shrugged "if you had the balls to go and speak to y/n, we wouldn't even be talking about a guy who obviously has a girl's name"

"i mean i get alex, but what is unisex about leslie?" enzo looked between his friends, who all shrugged.

"can we stop mentioning his fucking name, please" mattheo threw up his hands helplessly.

"well, would you rather like to talk about his huge—"

"blaise!" both mattheo and theo called loudly.

blaise raised his arms, spotting a face of innocence "geez, chill i was talking about his arms. i mean the guy is jacked"

"yeah, we get the picture" mattheo rolled his eyes, before he changed the tone of his voice, trying to imitate pansy and you from earlier "he's so good looking and funny and—"

"he's read almost every book y/n has" enzo added and all of the boys looked at him.

"whose side are you on?" theo asked tiredly, rubbing his face and realizing in that second that he was not going to sleep any time soon.

"sorry, pansy's words, not mine"

"okay, well" mattheo exclaimed, his anger subsiding momentarily "what if i'm not that handsome or well-read? i always listen to her talk about her latest book, and i don't just act like i want to hear it, i really do and i could be such a better boyfriend than this lola guy"

"leslie" blaise corrected and immediately received a dirty look from mattheo.

"look, mate" draco interrupted the staring contest between blaise and mattheo. "whatever it is that has been going on between you and y/n, we've all had the pleasure to observe it this past few years. so i'm sure we're all are at a point now where we are just fucking tired. i'm begging you, just do something about this please" draco was more emotional than he had been in years and all his friends were surprised at the sudden concern for mattheo's and y/n's love life "for the love of god, i cannot bear to try and extend any friendly behaviour further than this group, so it would be kind of unfortunate for y/n's boyfriend if he isn't already part of it"

"well, aren't you just a ball of sunshine?" theo rolled his eyes.

"it's not easy being nice to all of you" draco send a side-eye in enzo's direction "even harder with certain people"

"hey!" enzo losely protested.

"i don't really care who she dates at this point" draco added "hell, let's give her blaise, at least he's not too restrained to actually do something"

"i'm not restrained" mattheo said with distain evident in his voice.

blaise smiled smugly, completely ignoring his friend. "i would show y/n a good time"

"what the fuck?!" mattheo turned to blaise with a look of betrayal "i'd rather have lucy--"

"leslie"

"--have her before you do" mattheo finished.

"this is really not the point now is it?" enzo asked, with a helpless look in theo's direction.

"enzo's right, as weird as that sounds" theo nodded "you have to do something and you have to do it fast, before she's losing the least bit of liking she seemingly has for you"

"i really have to thank you guys for your deep and honest trust in me and my abilities"

"well you've practically spend the last six years simping for her, so excuse us if we're not quite seeing the end of that yet" draco snorted.

"yeah, fine, whatever" mattheo rolled his eyes "even though all of you were wrong in many things, you're right about y/n, i'll tell her first thing tomorrow"

"tell her what exactly?"

"ehh, that i'm in love with her" mattheo said as if it was obvious.

"a bit rushed isn't it?" enzo asked, exchanging a look with draco, who seemed just as critical.

"what?" mattheo asked helplessly "wasn't that what you all wanted? i mean lilly certainly didn't waste any time"

"leslie" blaise corrected once again "asked her out on a date first. maybe you could really learn something from him. i hear he's quite smart"

"are you gay?" draco suddenly asked and enzo snorted.

"i'm a realist" blaise answered "i like to scout out the competition, see what they've got on me"

"okay, sure, then i'll ask her on a date and tell her that i love her then. is that alright with you?"

"you should at least wait two to three months" draco advised.

"maybe four" enzo added.

"oh, heaven, i'm going to sleep" theo turned around and climbed into his bed.

the next morning, the slytherin boys were sitting in their usual spots at the slytherin table. there had been no sighting of either pansy or you yet, so mattheo had decided to ask you on a date during breakfast.

"what do you think is taking them so long?" he asked draco, while keeping a close eye to the entryway of the great hall.

draco, who was only a second away from answering, was quickly interrupted, when he got nudged by theo, who pointed at something - or rather someone - at the ravenclaw table.

"what?" mattheo turned his head, after draco had not answered and his friends seemed to have noticed something.

"they're already here" draco said softly, before both of his hands, landed on mattheo's shoulders, turning the boy's body in the right direction.

mattheo's eyes found you quickly. you were sitting next to an unfamiliar boy, pansy across from the both of you. you were engaged in a seemingly friendly conversation, throwing your head back laughing from time to time.

"lydia" mattheo said between clenched teeth his voice close to a growl.

"leslie" blaise corrected, matching the sound and tone of mattheo's voice.

mattheo stood up abruptly and all eyes followed him. "i'm gonna do something about this" he declared, before he started walking into the direction of the ravenclaw table.

"i think he could need some backup" blaise shrugged his shoulders, running after the boy, before one of the others could protest.

"hey" mattheo greeted when he arrived at the table. pansy furrowed her brows, but you smiled when your eyes fell on him, not noticing the angry tone in his voice.

"hey" leslie smiled. "mattheo, is it?"

"sure" mattheo sat down on the bench next to pansy without so much as another word.

"so, luna" mattheo began.

"ehh, my name is leslie actually" the older boy corrected.

"whatever" mattheo rolled his eyes "nobody cares about that"

"i do" blaise quickly corrected, coming to a halt behind mattheo and outstretching his hand in leslie's direction "blaise zabini, big fan. what kind of book would you recommend to get girls?"

"i'm not sure i understand that question" leslie looked to you in confusion, but you just shook your head. "but, uh many girls like pride and prejudice by jane austen"

"ignore him" mattheo advised "you seem like you have everything in order, so i think it's the right time to ask what your intentions with y/n are"

"excuse me?" leslie asked stunned, while pansy snorted loudly. blaise nodded approvingly and you had your mouth and eyes wide open, not believing what you had just heard.

"well, young man" mattheo patted leslie's shoulder "we've all been your age once, so i don't think the question is too farfetched"

"i'm actually older than you" the ravenclaw looked to you helpingly "sorry, is he your brother or something?"

various different answers of no echoed around the table, followed by disgusted noises as pansy, mattheo, blaise and you answered the question at the same time.

"then why are you even asking that question?"

"well, lane" mattheo started, before he quickly added (successfully preventing someone to correct him) "y/n doesn't have a brother and her father is not here right now, so someone has to look out for her, right?"

"pretty sexist" pansy remarked "these aren't the 1800's, riddle"

mattheo shot pansy a quick glare before refocusing on leslie, determined to make his point. "look, i'm just trying to make sure you're treating her right," he stated, with an edge of jealousy in his voice.

leslie glanced at you, clearly bewildered. "i promise, y/n and i are just friends. we were talking about our shared interest in ancient runes."

"sure, just friends" blaise mumbled so only mattheo could hear.

"shared interest, huh?" mattheo leaned back, trying to appear nonchalant but failing miserably. "is that what you call it these days?"

you couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation. "mattheo, relax. leslie's just being friendly."

blaise, sensing the awkward tension, decided to stir the pot a bit more. "yeah, mattheo, maybe you should take some lessons from leslie on how to charm a girl with ancient runes. it's clearly working."

mattheo shot blaise a look that could melt steel. "blaise, could you stop being helpful for once?"

blaise, feigning innocence, raised his arms.

mattheo, deciding he had seen enough, concluded it was time to pull out the big guns. "so have you kissed yet? because i have done that. kissed y/n i mean, not kissed someone in general"

"matty!" you scolded, feeling embarassed by his behaviour.

"no, we haven't actually" leslie shook his head, uncomfortably looking between the people around him.

"well, we've done a lot of things" mattheo continued, easily slipping back into the familiar cockiness he normally wore with pride, even if you had hit his leg under the table more than a few times already. "you should ask her about her first time" he muttered, winking at the older boy.

pansy, who had been drinking, accidentally spit some of her pumpkin juice on her plate and blaise's mouth was wide open.

"mattheo" you shrieked, quickly stubbling onto your feet "could i talk to you for a second? alone"

"whatever you want, love" mattheo winked at leslie once again, before he followed you out of the hall.

"so about ancient runes"

outside of the great hall, mattheo was standing across from you, head down, while you were ripping him a new one.

"what has gotten into you, matty?" you asked when you had finished screaming at him.

"i'm sorry" mattheo said truthfully "i had this great plan of asking you out this morning, but seeing you with him made me so jealous and realize that it's probably too late anyway, but it's my own fault."

"what are you even talking about?" you asked confused.

"i mean you're obviously going on a second date, right?" mattheo asked "you very clearly said how charming and handsome and smart he was"

"that's true, he is all of those things"

"cool" mattheo nodded and you swore you could see a hint of sadness in his eyes "i'm happy for you then"

"yeah seems like it" you giggled, before you shook your head "well, matty you knows, leslie is amazing--"

"i've never heard anyone been complimented so much than i have heard him in the last twenty hours"

"let me finish" you smiled "he's really great, but i'm not interested in him like that"

"you're not?"

you shook your head "i think we could become good friends, but nothing more"

"but why were you sitting with him then?"

"well, he had a book he wanted to lend me" you shrugged "and i was actually on my way back to our table when you interrupted"

"oh"

"yeah, oh" you smiled "if i had known you would take all of this so harshly, i would've told you about me telling leslie i'm not interested yesterday"

"okay, that's embarrassing" mattheo admitted "i should've spoken to you in private, before i made such a scene"

"yeah, you should have" you nodded. "so, are you going to ask me out?"

mattheo grinned at you, before he grabbed your hip, pulling you closer with one fast gesture, connecting your lips.

you pulled him close by the hem of his shirt. your fingers curling into the fabric as you deepened the kiss. his hand slid from your hip to the small of your back, pressing you firmly against him. The world around you seemed to blur, the only thing that mattered was the feeling of his lips on yours, the warmth of his body against yours.

his other hand moved up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing gently across your cheek. the kiss was both passionate and tender, a perfect blend of his usual confidence and a softer side he reserved just for you. you could feel the intensity of his feelings, the months—years, even—of pent-up emotions pouring out in this single, breathtaking moment.

your heart pounded in your chest, and you could feel his racing too. it was as if all the teasing, all the uncertainty, had culminated in this moment. his lips were soft yet demanding, and you responded eagerly, your fingers now moving to tangle in his hair.

you both were breathless when you broke the kiss, heavy breathing quickly turning into laughing about how both of you had acted like idiots.

"we should get pansy and blaise and return to the others, right?" you asked and mattheo nodded eagerly.

"but you'll go out with me, yeah?"

"i think we're already past that" you joked, hinting at the years of longing gazes and physical affection between the both of you. "but sure"

you walked back into the hall holding hands, while blaise and pansy were already waiting for you.

"what happened to layla?" mattheo asked, trying to catch sight of the boy on the ravenclaw table.

"leslie—"

"—left, after blaise had gone a bit too far, asking for flirting advice"

"oh god" you hid your face in your hand "i can take you guys nowhere"

"well, you've got enough friends already, haven't you?" mattheo nudged your shoulder, as pansy's eyes fell on your connected hands.

"took you long enough" she smiled, before all of you walked into the direction of the slytherin table.

as you approached, the group noticed your intertwined hands. draco, theo, and enzo exchanged knowing glances.

"finally," theo remarked, leaning back in his seat. "i was starting to think you'd never figure it out“

draco smirked, lowering his newspaper. "i suppose this means i don’t have to pretend to be friendly to more people than absolutely necessary now"

"i think we're all just relieved we don’t have to hear more about leslie and his 'charms'" enzo grinned.

"speaking of which," draco said, looking at you and mattheo, "how did that go?"

"oh, you know“ you replied with a smirk "mattheo decided to mark his territory in the most subtle way possible“

"well, at least he's more direct than other people" theo almost giggled "i just have to imagine enzo recalling and telling holly anything he could remember from our flying classes"

"i'm sorry that i genuinely thought she wanted to know that"

"when these two can get it together, you'll get there too some day" pansy nudged enzo's shoulder and the boy send her a grateful smile.

"who needs enemies when you have friends like this" mattheo laughed with a roll of his eyes.

blaise chuckled, leaning back in his chair. " hey, at least we keep each other entertained"

enzo grinned, shooting a playful glare at blaise. "yeah, and who else would i have to embarrass myself in front of if not for you lot?"

draco raised an eyebrow at that "well, enzo, it's a good thing you have us to keep you humble“

theo nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "exactly. otherwise, you might start thinking you're actually good at flying"

"now this is just unfair, you're telling me she was not only flirting, but lying too?" enzo exclaimed frustrated.

"you can't always have everything" blaise shrugged, taking a look at the vacant spot leslie had left at the ravenclaw table "at least that way there are still girls left for the rest of us"

"you do realize that y/n is not really left anymore, right?" theo ellbowed the other boy.

"well, y/n" blaise smirked "i'm sure mattheo has never even seen a copy of jane austens pride and prejudice, but guess who read it, you're right this lovely—"

"oh hell no" mattheo quickly shook his head, as he clasped a hand over blaise's mouth. "don't you even start, bethany"

—miss americana and the heartbreak prince

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: headcanons about mattheo dating a foreign exchange student from america

you're there during your fifth year

mattheo first notices you, when pansy brings you along to a hangout with the group

"this is y/n" your friend pansy introduced. the boys in front of you seemed friendly enough, if a bit arrogant. "hey" you smiled. one of them, a boy with curly hair and lovely dimples, made space beside him. "i'm mattheo" he introduced himself, before he pointed to the other boys, telling you their names one by one.

you quickly become a part of the group of slytherins. it is exciting being friends with them. mattheo is the most interested in you. he often asks you things about your home.

you introduce him to american slang or books you read, while he tells you about the english culture.

he often tells you that he loves your accent, but his is one of the prettiest you ever heard.

when a care package from home arrives, you share all the snacks with your friends. they're amazed when you introduce them to things they never heard about before.

during your time at hogwarts you and mattheo grow even closer, sneaking out at night to go on late night walks, until he eventually kisses you one night.

you start dating at that point.

he often calls you typical british pet names of endearment like darling or love, which makes your heart beat fast everytime. you call him honey or babe and you noticed his cheeks reddening before.

sometimes your american slang leads to funny misconsumptions that would take a while to break up

you can never agree on how to drink tea. mattheo is not as passionate as the average british person and still offended at the way you drink it

despite his rebellious nature, mattheo finds himself studying more because you insist on it. you have cozy study sessions in the library, where he often gets distracted by your presence and playful banter.

mattheo becomes fiercely protective of you, especially when other students gossip or when you face challenges adapting to the new environment. he’s always ready to stand up for you, no matter what. you face some prejudice from students who disapprove of your relationship.

you often leave each other little messages and notes, writing cute things or how something reminded you of the other

as the school year ends, you both promise to continue your relationship and talk as much as possible, either using letters or the floo network or simply telephones.

you both leave an everlasting effect on each other. you teach mattheo to be more empathetic and a lot calmer as he tries to regulate his emotions before acting. he teaches you to take risks and not take life so seriously all the time.

your farewell is pretty sad, but also quite sweet as you both tell each other that you love them.

mattheo and you stay in contact and despite many people not believing you will make it, reunite during the holidays.

despite your relationship still working great you miss mattheo, your friends and hogwarts deeply, so you decide to come back during your senior year (at that point you had been dating for more than a year)

mattheo is incredibly surprised and happy as you tell him the news and going back to hogwarts feels like coming home after a long vacation.

mattheo and your friends are there waiting for you, making you feel like you never left at all.

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 - 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ✧

Hufflepuff!reader here

Slytherin!reader here

Gryffindor!reader here

warnings: suggestive? idk

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Mattheo definitely makes fun of Ravenclaws for burying their noses into books so much

because I believe he doesn’t need to study a lot at all to score high (Tom’s son after all)

though he’d secretly read a lot himself (no one knows this, not even his closest friends)

he reads lots of classics before he goes to bed to help him fall asleep

reading calms his mind and makes him forget about his worries and problems at home, it’s a form of escapism for him

he’d make fun of Ravenclaw, mock them, pull pranks… anything to annoy the house

he didn’t know why, he just loved the smart remarks he’d get in return

maybe he saw them as equally intelligent to argue with did he really?

his luck, of course, a Ravenclaw caught his eyes

he noticed you for the first time in 1st year on the Hogwarts Express and there was just something about you that made you stand out

the way you carried yourself was something that made you stay on his mind for weeks

your smile that came back into his mind, every time he closed his eyes

he didn’t want to come to terms with this little crush he developed the first few months so he’d ‘bully’ you a lot the first few years (playfully though, nothing too serious)

he would never hurt you and would never let anyone hurt you either

this man would NEVER leave you alone; everywhere you went, he went

he’d walk next to you in the hallways, annoying the shit out of you

he’d jumpscare you at any given time

he’d go to the library, specifically to interrupt your studying

as the years progressed, it turned into academic rivalry

it was something to keep himself entertained because let’s be honest he didn’t care about grades, he only cared about getting on your nerves by being better at something

because god forbid all that studying would give you good grades, right?

but he didn’t just study more, it’d go as far as sabotaging your tests

sneaking into the office of the professors who were dumb enough to keep their classrooms unlocked

he was that driven to get on your nerves, all that because the childish boy was too scared to give in to his feelings

he’d observe your manners and likes a lot over the years, following you every place you went (not creepy?)

in 6th year he’d finally gather the confidence to ask you out for the Yule Ball

in combination, he’d also gift you a stunning necklace to wear with your dress (something he’d wanted to give you for years now)

it matched with the tie he wore to the event, something to make it clear you were already his before you even knew it yourself

because he was the only one who could tease you and the only one that could have you in the end

you’d have an amazing night, dancing until your feet and legs hurt

it’d surprise you how sweet he could be after all these years of teasing (could it be you had grown to like this man?) he was just a little tipsy

after the ball, he’d take you to the astronomy tower to watch the stars

he’d give you his blazer so you wouldn’t get cold, he didn’t care if he would; the only important thing for him was for you to be warm enough and not catch a cold

he’d never admit he cared though

there, he would finally confess his feelings to you (shocker, honestly? not really)

of course, you said yes, how could you not?

even after all these years of teasing, pranks being pulled, and rivalry you had grown a liking for him

you started to like Mattheo fucking Riddle

the person who’d gotten on your nerves for the last years, now finally made his way into your heart

because deep down he was the softest person you’ve ever met, and that was proven after this magical night

he’d shown himself like he never showed himself in front of anyone else

you were the only person that made him act like that

and it’d drive him mad that anyone in this world had gotten him to go soft

gotten him to care

gotten him to open his heart

gotten him to fall in love

because deep down he knew he could trust you after all these years

that you would keep his heart save

something he had to protect so badly with frozen locks that you had seemed to melt

even though you were complete opposites, it felt like you two fit like puzzle pieces

those kind of puzzle pieces you couldn’t find until the end of the puzzle

you’d stare at the stars all night, you pointing out all constellations while he looked at you like you were his own personal star on earth

you knew he would kiss you if you even moved your head an inch to face him, so you tried to keep your eyes on the stars

this would drive him mad and eventually, he’d take your chin between his fingers to make you look at him

never could a first kiss have been better than this: one hand in your hair, the other on your neck

slowly moving his fingers over your scalp as he deepened the kiss

all the passion and pent-up frustration of keeping this crush hidden were shown by just the touch of his lips

after that night you started dating

he’d accompany you to the library, studying together…

‘studying’ together…

more like him whining about you not giving him enough attention

he’d put his hand on your thigh, slowly creeping it higher until he got the reaction out of you he wanted

and he always got it, that’s why he kept doing it

it wouldn’t be a lie to say he made your grades drop by some points (was this his whole plan?)

this would always result in you getting annoyed, rolling your eyes, and trying to make it obvious you wanted to study

“Come on y/n, studying can’t possibly be more important than me, right?” he’d whine continuously in your ear, playfully biting your neck in the process

he’d smirk against your neck “I know you like it when I touch you like this. Don’t lie to me, love.”

after that, you’d slam your books shut and pack your stuff before dragging him to your room, furious most of the time

he didn’t mind, because once again he got his way

during private study sessions, he’d sit you down on his lap, making you face him

he’d question your knowledge with the flashcards you made and every time you got something right he’d give you a quick kiss

though those study sessions would eventually turn into make-out sessions

make-out sessions would turn into you ending up late in class the next day

with the wrong tie

I mean, it’s Mattheo after all

I believe a relationship with Mattheo and a Ravenclaw would be really could when they got together but EXTREMELY slow burn

also academic rivalry duhhh

YES. YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYEYESYESYEYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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 “H̳ey, it’s going to be hard to learn a great many things about me, but one I’ll give you for free…

I am no one’s son.” 

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desert island, part one. slytherin boys x reader

summary: the gang gets trapped on an island after traveling through the floo network.

warning/s: swearing, a little mattheo x reader, NOT EDITED

slater’s note: i’ve never been a huge harry potter fan until i discovered all the fanfic and fan cast characters lmao (but i do my research)

you weren’t supposed to be there: the ministry of magic. you could feel your skin itching from how nervous you felt walking about the crowded departments. everyone rushing, everyone in a hurry, moving too fast to see one another’s face.

that fact didn’t stop you from worrying about someone seeing through your facade, all of your facades. you all had on faces of another, people none of you knew and hoped to never know after this very day.

“around the corner and we’re out,” draco mumbled quietly as the six of you were packed rather tightly together while marching down the wide hallway.

“what do we do from there?”

“the floo networks,” mattheo mumbled back, his hand tightening around your wrist as if guiding you the right way despite all five boys basically built a wall around you as you walked.

“we get there fast, we don’t look back, and we don’t speak from here on,” draco could feel polyjuice potion wearing off with every step causing his uneasiness to increase and his feet to move faster.

just as you had rounded the corner, your heart sunk upon realizing you still had a long ways to go before you’d get to the floo networks. you bit your lip, swearing lowing, but continued to march in rhythm with the rest of your friends.

“y/n,” you felt enzo’s hand go to your lower back immediately after whispering your name. he leaned close to you as the two of you continued to walk side by side. “y/n, you’re you.”

“what?”

you finally looked to him, inhaling sharply as you saw a face of a stranger slowly fade back into lorenzo’s own.

“you’re you again.”

“so are you.”

you guessed every one of your faces had finally faded normal due to the sudden loud calls reaching your way.

“y/n y/l/n!”

you felt a hand shove you forward, sending you into a run as the rest of you began to rush for the fireplaces, destined to send you off for safety.

it became overwhelming being who you were. a cursed child that everyone knew about and wished to get their hands on before the dark forces could themselves. it was like a dark cloud hovered over you everywhere you went and you couldn’t do anything about it.

you ran and ran and ran while spells shot your way, each one aiming for you and your friends. you could feel your lungs closing up as mattheo continued to push you on further and further, making sure you weren’t left behind.

he understood the looming feeling of looks received from strangers, creating a bond between the two of you; one that you didn’t have with anyone.

mattheo felt the obligation to protect you, just like all the boys.

the sights of black slick tiled fireplaces came closer and closer the more you pushed and the more mattheo pushed. draco soon disappeared, and then theo, and then blaise before it was you yourself that got swooped up into the green flames.

everything felt wrong as you seemed to have been fading from one end of your body to the other. you felt like you were going to throw up as if you were on a rollercoaster; a very loopy and wild rollercoaster.

but before you knew it, you were yourself again.

and you felt you were about to hurl.

you realized your face was pressed into sand once you finally felt conscious and apart of reality, like you had finally woken from a dream and became aware of all surroundings.

you heard birds.. or maybe not birds but rather frogs and other strange noises that was out of norm from the nature of hogwarts.

you groaned, rolling your head as the palms of your hands rubbed deeply into the rough feeling of sand, pushing yourself up to access your lane of sight. it was hard to see at first—almost as if you were trying to avoid the conclusion of where you were.

you blinked, squeezing your eyes tightly one last time before they cleared into the vision of a beach. you could finally fully feel; water kissed your toes, light wind gently caressed your back and hot cheeks as the sour sound of it begun to hurt your ears.

trees and your own friends laid scattered across the soft looking sand, coming to their own conclusions and realizations that they weren’t in the slytherin common room, like originally set. they all looked baffled, coming quickly to their feet, in search of answers.

you slowly sat on your butt, brining your knees to your chest as your loosely wrapped your arms around them. you felt strangely calm as chaos between your friends slowly begun to unfold.

“where the fuck are we?” draco looked impatient with his features in distress. it made you suppress a smile when realizing his clothes looked fairly too big for him, his figure way different from the one he took on moments ago.

“seems we’re on an island,” theodore mumbled, emptying his shoe of sand, just as concerned as you.. which wasn’t by much as you stared up at the boys in amusement.

“why the fuck are we on an island.”

“something must have went wrong.”

“well no shit.”

you begun to loosen your tie, your eyes flickering between draco and the rest of the other boys as they all begun to fall under heat. you made a sound of amusement, your chest rumbling up and down as draco’s face twisted up.

“what’s so funny?” he turned his attention to you, dipping his head slightly closer to your own. “you find this amusing?”

you looked up him, not moving as he continued to distress in your ear.

“it’s your fault we’re in this mess.”

“alright, leave her alone,” mattheo took ahold of draco’s shoulder, pulling him back before he could draw any closer to your inconvenience. “it’s not her fault, we all signed up for this.”

“not a goddamn bloody island,” blaise shook his head, sinking into the sand.

“do you at least have the prophecy?”

you glanced up, meeting lorenzo’s shy and tired eyes, not wanting to fall into any arguments at the moment. you pressed your lips together before looking back down, tucking your hand within the inside of another man’s fancy coat pocket.

you slowly pulled out a glass orb swirling with teal madness, waiting for ears that would listen. your eyes stayed trained on it with such admiration; you were put into a trance.

“great,” draco snatched the orb from you quickly, causing you to get to your feet just as fast. “a stupid prophecy meant for what?”

“draco,” you glared at him, “give it to me.”

he scaled his arm away from you, falling from his anger but rather back into his usual teasing: a quirked brow playing out on his face, “no.”

“give it back, asshole.”

“or what?”

“just give it back to her, malfoy,” blaise glanced up to the two of you from his spot in the sand, he himself finished with any arguments for the day.

“yeah, give it back to her.”

“why should i? this bloody prophecy is the reason we’re here in the first place.”

mattheo rolled his eyes before yanking the orb from draco’s hands. he handed it back to you before the boy could snatch it back. mattheo was set very annoyed as he took a step in front of you, giving draco a look as if daring him to do anything.

“you’re acting like a child,” theo glanced over to draco and the rest of you from where he sat. you could tell he was also exhausted, already done. “we all agreed to help her. you did most of work anyways, malfoy.”

time settled down after that to the point where the only thing that filled the air with sound was the light crashing of the waves. your body was pressed into the sand while your cheek snuggled into the soft pile of your overcoat. you stared at the prophecy that you examined in the palm of your hand, squinting.

you were putting off from listening it. everything was telling you not to, at least not until you were with potter, but you had to know. it was supposed to be the answer to everything, the key to the end.

it was supposed to tell you who would be the one to kill the dark lord.

you or him. nobody else.

“who do you think it’ll be?” mattheo sat next to you, a cigarette in his mouth while he stared down at you. his eyes soon locked down at the ball, circulating with the mist that seemed to trapped inside. he desperately wanted to know, just as you.

“i don’t know,” you mumbled, rolling to your back, handing it to the boy. he took it slowly, testing it out in the palm of his hand. he seemed hesitant with the way he held it, with the way he stared at it. he almost seemed terrified. “i don’t even know if i want to know.”

his eyes met yours. they were full like moons, content but questioning as he looked between you and the glass ball you held close to your chest now. he looked finished with speaking but his lips parted slightly, looking into your eyes fully once again.

“throw it into the water.”

“what?”

“throw it into the waves.”

you were taken aback, unintentionally tightening your grip upon the orb as best you could with the sudden feeling of swelling in your chest. you hadn’t expected those words, especially after all you had done together to obtain the prophecy. you felt a certain attachment to the glass circle despite you also wanting nothing to do with it.

“no,” you shook your head, your frown lines deepening in your cheeks as you looked up to the boy. “i made a promise to potter-“

“who cares for promises to the chosen one,” mattheo shook his head, glancing down to the prophecy. “throw it.”

mattheo caught on to the sudden confusion in your face as well as cautiousness. you were slowly backing away from him, “we didn’t just end up on this island for no reason, y/n.”

you got up, taking the prophecy with you. you had made a promise to harry potter you’d get the prophecy and bring it back to hogwarts so the both of you could listen to it, not just throw it in the ocean for no reason. even if the two of you weren’t friends, you kept your promises.

you walked away from mattheo without another word. you felt a sudden pang of betrayal and anger as you let his words sink in and you thought about it more. why did he have a sudden change of idea for the prophecy?

you slumped down next to enzo. he, like the other boys all circulated around a fire theo had made. his arms were wrapped around his knees as he only stared in a dazed manner, dozing off to somewhere that wasn’t the stupid island you were all trapped on.

he stayed silent as you still held the orb close to your chest, also becoming dazed but with unsettled feelings. you weren’t sure what to do no longer, the settled and content feeling you had when you all had first landed on the island no longer existed and was replaced by anxiety and the feeling of being trapped.

you no longer wanted to be there.

“we need to get off this goddamn island.”

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batch 2

everything and nothing.

pairings. mattheo riddle x slythetin!fem!reader

part one of n/a.

about. mattheo brings along a girl none of your group is fond of, especially you and the timing of it all is horrible.

warnings. swearing, nasty language, underage drinking and smoking, wonky timeline/plot, angst? it sucks i apologize

ricky rocks. i hate this so much tbh and it took so fucking long to fill in the gaps, but happy new year :D

it was planned and laid out so it was perfect and didn’t come off strange; didn't seem abrupt and uncalled for, but you could tell the whole month leading up to the end that something was off.

you were crazy. he called you crazy and you almost believed it till you saw his hand in hers and his lips on her cheek and the only thing you could hear was your heart beat, which eventually faded into mattheo’s voice saying he would never get with a bitch who had to spread her legs in order to get a boys attention.

especially if that bitch was in gryffindor.

to get it straight, from the moment you met mattheo, you knew it’d be something that’d last because he wasn’t like any of the other boys in your group. sure they were all picky, but they were all so different. such as enzo with sex on his mind so much, he only thought with his dick and was practically under the influence half the time you saw him. or theodore who almost never thought about a female and when one looked his way with a pretty smile, his cheeks would go red. or even blaise who seemed to be stuck in the middle and his list was short and easy and in this order; quidditch, girls, booze, and studies. and draco, well draco seemed to be in a completely different world since year six started that even tits didn’t matter to him.

no, mattheo was different. he was silent and kept his thoughts to himself. he never smiled, he never frowned, and he never laughed. his blank expression never faltered and it would have been the most intimidating thing if he hadn’t intrigued you.

everything seemed so permanent. so perfect. no worries, just him and you. you knew him more than anyone; you got to see him smile, laugh, frown, everything that was a secret to other hogwarts students.

until it wasn’t.

after he broke it off with you, you almost never saw his face until your eyes had landed on him, sticking out like a sore thumb in the middle of the great hall where all the gryffindor students sat, holding a small jet-black haired girl by the waist, speaking to her calmly as she smiled at him.

what the fuck.

“that is absolutely not okay, pansy. do you understand how much of a dumbass i looked like, just staring.. fucking staring at him practically fucking a gryffindork and not even the fucking good kind, do you understand?”

pansy watched you pace back and forth in the wash room with her arms crossed, waiting for you to stop rambling and just let it all finally sink in. it never really did and for the life of you, you couldn’t make sense of any of it. it never eased in.

at first, you thought it was a joke, a really bad one that wasn’t exactly sinking in quite right, something that almost amused you, but when it finally did sink in, you felt anything but amused.

“you keep staring at them, nothings going to help," she watched you, her voice in a strain as she examined you with an expression of exasperation. "it's embarrassing that you're so invested in a relationship that you aren't even a part of."

“you’re a cunt, pansy,” you spat, “a real fucking cunt.”

pansy didn’t care, not for awhile anyways. she found your sorrowful stares annoying and she wanted you to snap out of it. you were no more fun and she dreaded your presence more than anything. but that was all until she saw that brat laying on the slytherin couch with her butt just barely covered with her slutty black thong and a large green sweater that was so obviously not hers.

she felt anger bubble up in the base of her stomach as she watched the girl. who did think she was, a stray dog?

“get up, you slag,” she almost ripped a chunk of her hair out from her scalp with how hard she yanked at her hair. “get your lazy sod ass off my couch."

she went skippering out of the room like a wounded puppy and pansy almost pulled out her wand on her if it weren’t for theo and his long lanky arms grabbing her by the back of her night shirt. he had great timing and was quick to wrangle her down with his arms wrapped around her shoulders.

theodore didn't hate anything more than the tension that was created once the snows of december had swooped in and taken over. like you, he wasn't dumb and he picked up on mattheo's strange behavior the moment you all had came back from the break in november. it fucked everything up; whatever it was that mattheo was going through. you didn't have your head screwed on, nor did pansy and it just seemed she was more unhinged than you were just because of the vendetta she seemed to have against all females that didn’t automatically put themselves below her.

blaise was no help, never was, never would be. he only laughed and kept his insults low. and draco didn't even seem like a person anymore—it was like ever since school started back up, his mouth was sewn shut. even if draco had anything to say about whatever it was going on in the friendgroup, he wouldn't, and most likely, if he was going through what theo thought, he most definitely couldn't.

so, yes, theo was the one holding down the fort and he wasn't exactly the happiest about it due to being pushed out of his comfort zone the moment he had to hold down a small and ridiculously muscular girl from strangling another.

"knock it off," he lightly smacked her upside the head, jerking her out of his arms as she wouldn't stop wiggling. "get back to bed, pansy, it's too goddamn early for this."

but theo should've known; loathing didn't stop, not even at the earliest of mornings or the latest of nights.

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you were bundled up in your mittens and scarf as you made your way through hogsmeade with your face almost half frozen off from the harsh wind and snowflakes. tears pricked your eyes and you sniffed at the cold. you truly despised winter at hogwarts and you couldn't have been happier to of made it inside of three broomsticks where heat immediately soaked your skin.

you sighed in relief, wringing your scarf off your neck as you made your way to the group of boys who sat in a booth in the way back of the cozy pub, arguing- to your surprisal.

"you can't do that."

"what," enzo raised a brow, "you’re saying i can't do this?"

you sat down just as you saw lorenzo raise a blunt before lighting it despite blaise and thedore's annoyed gazes, "you're going to get us kicked out, berkshire."

"where's your sense of fun boys," he tipped his head, smirking as smoke bubbled through the air. "y/n will give it a try, won't you dear?"

you watched the attention turn to you as enzo's arm extended out in your direction, smiling like a sick dog, inducing you to take it and of course you did, returning the twisted smile. you inhaled sharply, a squint overcoming you eyes before handing it back to him to which he giggled, leaning into his seat as he glanced around at all of you; clearly delusional.

"see, you fuckers just need to relax."

blaise rolled his eyes before fixating his attention on you, or more so, trying to ignore the hotboxing enzo was trying to attempt in the corner, "what is it you're planning to do in three weeks?"

theo coughed, putting out his cigarette, "you mean the yule ball?" he quirked a brow before he became more comfortable in a slouch.

"yeah," blaise nodded and your heart was put to a strain, "i was thinking we could just skip out on it and go for a swim or whatever our desires please." he had a silly smirk on his face that made you raise a brow.

"you want to go for a swim in the middle of december?" you dumbfounded, a haze beginning to creep up on you as you once again held the blunt. "i'd rather go dance."

and you really didn't want to dance.

"well i haven't got a date, so i might as well drown myself."

"enzo, without a date? i believe no such thing."

he fake laughs before a look of annoyance overcoming his face, "believe it or not, dances are reserved for the boyfriends and not just the guy you hookup with when your boyfriend can't provide."

"you're life must be so hard."

"well, seeming i don't have a boyfriend, i'll go with you, enzo," your posture straightened and multiple looks of anguish crossed your friends faces but you were already too dazed to notice. "just don't expect a kiss at the end of the night."

he winked at you, "no promises, love."

blaise smiled to himself before it quickly faltered, once his eyes went beyond you to where the entrance had opened, revealing mattheo... and of course, his small new girlfriend. blaise coughed, diverting his eyes back and forth with quick motion that was hard not to notice. something he only intended for theo to catch, but you weren't dumb and your head turned fast in confusion to see the same sight.

you frowned hard at the sight. of course, with your luck, you weren't surprised they hadn't shown up sooner-

“hey,” blaise grabbed the side of your face, making sure you were looking at him instead of mattheo. "don't look at that prick. here, take a sip," he slid his butter beer across the table before taking out his silver flask and lowly pouring the contents inside causing the drink to fizz even more.

"oi, you can't get her crossed in the afternoon," theo frowned hard before pulling the drink across the wooden table his way, taking a sip before you could. "be more sensible, won't you?"

"i'm only trying to help."

you frowned in annoyance as their bickering begun to take off and you took back the large mug without any of their notice. you gulped down a large amount of liquid fast causing it sting the back of your throat and the foam to layer over the top of your lip, making you look like a child. even more so as you sunk deeper into the booth, watching them with a gloom glazed over your eyes.

"well, your idea of help isn't exactly helpful," theodore rolled his eyes before looking back down to you where you were taking your second gulp of spiked butter beer, he quickly snatched it from your grip, causing the substance to splash and leak from your mouth.

"you ass-"

someone cleared their throat, causing you to stop yourself and look up quickly to where mattheo stood looking down at the four of you with pursed lips. he looked annoyed, but the harder you studied his face, he also almost looked disgusted with how disoriented you all looked. it was hard to tell.

"riddle," blaise tipped his head, examining him, "to what do we owe the pleasure?"

he coughed, glancing down to you as you awkwardly wiped your mouth, before he looked back to no one in particular, "i suspect i'll be seeing all of you tonight, is that right?"

you frowned, glancing around the table quickly for answers from your friends but they all stared up at mattheo with blank faces. your chest thundered as feelings of anxiousness took over with how close you were to mattheo. it was the worst feeling ever and he didn't seem to care as his eyes were everywhere but yours now.

"i wasn't sure you were friends with us," enzo hiccuped, "seeming your new girlfriend is the only person you hang around now."

theo had to kick enzo in the shin before he could say anything more. blaise suppressed a smile by pressing his tongue in the side of his cheek at foul play before focusing better on mattheo, waiting for a reply.

you felt dizzy now with the frown on your face. not fair. it wasn't fair.

"very funny, berkshire," he rubbed his knuckles against the top of his lip with the ghost of a smirk on his face. "maybe i would find more joy in your presence if you weren't trying to get high every moment of the day..." he paused, now looking back down to you slowly, "or peer pressuring others."

you frowned harder.

"i'll see you all in astronomy tower after dark," he nodded and walked away, before stopping again. "but tell pansy that if she pounces on nyla again, i won't hesitate to throw her off."

nyla. so, that's her name.

it had suddenly hit you that it was saturday and on all saturdays, before mattheo begun taking out his new friend, your whole group of friends would climb to the astronomy tower where you would all get stupid drunk till one of you were hanging off the edge for a ride of your lives, a ride that would ultimately end with your death. so, most likely, if pansy were to "pounce" on nyla, mattheo wouldn't have to be the one to throw her off the tower, seeming she was always the one hanging off the rail in pure entertainment of herself.

"such a shame," enzo kissed his teeth, "that man used to be fun before he started caring about what his father wished."

blaise was swift as he swung his elbow toward lorenzo in the ribs before glaring at him from the side, "you'd keep your mouth shut if you knew what was good for you."

"what?"

"nothing, enzo just has his mind in a mix," blaise crossed his arms, quickly attempting the cover the words that slipped out unintentionally. he then tilted his head toward the exit, angling his body to move off his seat, "we should get going if we're going to teach pansy how to stay tame within the presence of nyla. god knows how long that will take."

°•

it was the worst idea to show up at the astronomy tower. everything in your right mind was telling you to just stay in for the night, but your petty heart had a louder voice and was just more convincing, telling you to show up.

mattheo knew you were petty and he was almost surprised that it took you this long to show your true colors, but with abruptly winding you with the news of breaking up, he understood and he knew it'd take time for you to bounce back. it was hard for him too. you just didn't find peace in it like he did.

you typically weren't one to drink, so stumbling up the tower stairs with glistening eyes was very unlike you and was the very first thing mattheo noticed the minute he saw you all pressed against theo who seemed completely exhausted as he tried to keep conversation with you; nodding slowly and mumbling few words in return. it made mattheo resist the urge to shake his head as he directed his eyes down to nyla, who seemed to be completely tucked away in his arm as he held her by the waist.

she wasn't as fond of the idea of meeting you all, seeming you were all the type to harass her on the daily if it weren't for how quiet of a person she was in the first place. none of you had ever seen her before until mattheo was magically tied to her hip. she wasn't dumb, she knew the stares of hatred when she saw it, but for mattheo, she'd do anything for him.

if only that went both ways.

"you don't have to shake any of their hands, just say hi," he whispered lowly into the crest of her ear, making his chest flow with heat as she looked up to his with wistful eyes, nodding. "they're not all as scary as they like to think they are."

the astronomy tower was awfully cold and you cursed mattheo for choosing this of all places to introduce his girlfriend. he probably did so because you'd all be too cold to move incase she said something stupid that would make one of you want to strangle her. that thought made you roll your eyes as you snuggled deeper into theo with your knees pulled to your chest.

the only reason you chose to get drunk was for some liquid courage in order to confront mattheo, but all you felt was tiredness with all your anger weighting down in the core of your chest. you didn't have enough energy to say a word at the moment and you cursed yourself for taking those shots when pregaming with enzo. you knew it'd backfire, but you thought that’d be a bad hangover, not a bad mood that was appraised to sulking.

"i'm not going to lie, this nyla girl looks awfully familiar," the warmth of enzo's body consumed the right side of your body as he leaned in closer to you and theo, mumbling lowly as he watched the jet black haired girl from across the tower, smile up at mattheo as he fixed the hat she had on top of her head. his brows furrowed as he seemed to think harder with his lips pressed into a thin line. "i can't think of where."

it's silent and the only thing you can really hear is the wind and pansy and blaise's small chatter from the back. they were examining the dark grounds below, trying their best to make out landmarks of hogwarts, but failing due to it being ten at night and their was no light in sight.

the both of you glance at enzo as he stroked his chin and you couldn’t tell if it were for dramatic effect or just a tick of him actually thinking hard. you doubted the last option.

"ah," lorenzo exhaled sharply with the snap of his fingers, coming to a conclusion that made you frown up at him with how close he was still. "i know where I've seen her before."

"do you really?" theo raised a brow, annoyed.

"yes," he still looked at her, then bluntly spoke, "I've hooked up with her."

both your eyebrows raised quickly in surprisal, "really?" you shouldn't have been surprised, there wasn't anyone in your year that enzo hadn't hooked up with, and it was notorious that the girl mattheo had chosen was a whore, but it still caught you off guard due to the alcohol burning away all your sensibleness. "when?"

"ah, not too long ago," he waved his hand, "possibly after a quidditch match."

theo rolled his eyes, "change the conversation before they hear you."

"well, see i actually don't think it was after a quidditch match," he brushed off theo, frowning as he thought hard. "maybe it was at a ravenclaw party. oh dear this will be on my mind all night."

"well, do let me know when you figure it out."

"quiet you two."

all three of your heads snapped to the right of you where draco stood, looking over the railing, also examining the dark with hard eyes, almost as if looking for something specifically. you frowned at draco, almost immediately becoming annoyed for no specific reason other than him interrupting and just… standing there.

"have some fun, malfoy," enzo extended out his arm where he held out a bottle of fire whiskey, "there's no reason to be such a prick."

"who's being a prick now?" blaise cut in, coming back from the conversation he was having with pansy. he was smiling lazily before leaning his elbows against the railing where draco was.

"daddy issues over here won't allow me to figure out where i shagged nyla."

"well why don't you ask her?"

and boom, it was that easy.

you were drunk, but not enough for blaise's subtle insinuation to go over your head. he, like enzo, in any event strived to cause chaotic situations that more or so ended with someone getting mad. but blaise always made sure to stay in the background, practically puppeteering enzo by planting bad ideas in his head. and lorenzo, of course, always went with it, purposefully or not. and right now, his next question was intentional.

"where'd we meet again, nyla?" enzo piped up, trying to play off his taunt as general curiosity and innocences as he adjusted himself to sit up taller, brushing against you. you could all see right through it, the dimple in his left cheek from a suppressing smirk being a dead give away. "i forget. do you know?"

her cheeks seemed to have gotten red and mattheo was frowning hard as he stared at the boy right next to you, wanting to know where he was going with this. was this revenge for you, or just another superiority contest lorenzo was trying to pull over mattheo once again? he couldn't tell, but either way, he wasn't amused.

blaise was. his cheeks almost hurt from how hard he was already smiling. it was always the best when he had alcohol in his system. everything he ever tried to hide was out in the open and he became more loose. he no longer found care in his stone cold image that he was so protective of.

"i don't recall," she coughed awkwardly. "i think this is the first time-"

"no," his voice drew out like he was beginning to sing before he tipped his head to the side. "see, i am familiar with you."

your eyes connected to mattheo’s for a second and a feeing of shame crosses your mind for a split second.

“very familiar, if you understand.”

theo reaches over you to shove enzo roughly who begins to laugh hysterically, blowing out your eardrum, “knock it off.”

“what? it’s just a harmless joke.”

he continues to laugh despite both theo and draco’s glare and mattheo, who gets to his feet and marches his way toward all of you. your eyes followed him as he walks fast, expecting him to grab lorenzo by the collar and throw him off the tower, but instead he grabs yours, raising you to your feet with a very harsh tug that makes you yelp in surprisal. enzo’s laughing stops as he watches, puzzled, while theo calls out to mattheo to relax, “she had nothing to do with it.”

“fuck off, nott,” he barked, still dragging you by your collar to the part of the tower where a wall would block the both of you from all of your friends vision.

“what is your problem?”

“what?” you gaped up at him with wide eyes that drive him insane. “that wasn’t me. you know lorenzo-”

“i don’t want to here a word about enzo,” both his hands now gripped the inside of you coat and he had you pressed against the cold black railing that was keeping you from your death. “i can see right through you, sweetheart,” he says snidely and almost smiles, “jealously is not a good look for you.”

he lies.

he couldn’t have been more obsessed with the look that would cross your eyes every time you saw him even having a pinky on nyla.

“what?”

“you have a problem with nyla, tell her,” her cocks his head putting on a mocking smile. “i know you want to.”

“i’d rather keep it to myself,” you shove his hands off, trying to pull away but his hands end right back inside your coat, holding the fabric of your sweater tightly. “i wouldn’t want to make you mad.”

“never stopped you before,” he almost pulls you closer, but stops himself. “c’mon, y/n. i wanna hear what you have to say. i know you’ve been dying to say it, so say it.”

you bite your tongue hard knowing there was no way out of this. his eyes were eating away at you, almost begging you to say something because he truly wanted to know what was racing through your mind. he wanted you to yell at him, but you couldn’t.

"you're no fun when you don't drink," you fake pouted, trying to change the conversation, but you instantly regretted it the moment he pressed you further against the railing to the point your back was leaned over it and you were just on your tiptoes, gripping his bicep in desperation. “mattheo.”

“what?” he drops his smile, “you usually like it when we play. not anymore?”

“not when you’re fucking another girl,” you struggle against his grip and his eyes darken. “let me go.”

“why?”

“because it’s hard being anywhere near you without wanting to punch you in the face,” you’re still balanced on the tips of your shoes, trying to push him back, but he was persistent and held you right where he wanted you. “let me fucking go, mattheo.”

“no,” he dares you to continue.

“what, you really want to know what i think about your new girlfriend?” you raised a brow and he didn’t have to say anything for you to be able to tell what he wanted. “i think she’s a cunt and i think you’re a traitor for going out with a slag like her. it really shows what low of standards you have, to go out with a girl who has also been underneath the body of lorenzo.”

he lets you go.

°•

going to the yule ball was the absolute worst decision your group made. everything was a complete mess, starting strongly with walking in on mattheo showering, then coming to the conclusion that pansy was in a bad mood more than usual to the point she was screaming at theo- which never happens, then realizing lorenzo was your date go the yule ball, which there was nothing wrong with that, other than the fact that that meant you had to go.

“you should be glad, y/n,” pansy mumbled while pinning her hair up, “at least you’re going with someone who will actually speak to you.”

“maybe if you weren’t such an ass, pansy, theodore would find more pleasure in your presence,” blaise called over to her from your bed where he laid watching the two of you get ready. “be glad he chose you and not one of the feening ravenclaws who would pay to even touch him.”

she scoffed, “why don’t you shut it, zabini. i don’t see you with a date.”

“that’s because i’m going to be there for moral support,” he smiled sweetly as he placed his hands behind his head. “make sure my girl, y/n, has a fun time and doesn’t end up crying in one of the washrooms.”

you rolled your eyes but still smiled, “‘preciate it.”

“you better,” he gets to his feet before walking your way, raising his index finger, “i denied my best shaggin’ partner for you.”

of course.

you left soon after that with a pit in your stomach on the whole way to the ball room. you felt something would go wrong, especially after the other night at the astronomy tower. it seemed clear now that mattheo must have seen you as an obstacle, almost an enemy, more than anything with the way he was so close to dropping you. you were very aware of his unkind and vulgar nature that you wouldn't be surprised if he just...

"well don't you look lovely," you jumped as a random head, that you quickly process as fred, dipped down next to yours, a playful smile on his face as he analyzed you in the dark green dress you wore. "you sure don't disappoint, y/n."

"well, fred, she is the slytherin princess, ain't she?"

"fair point, george," he straightened back up, still smirking.

"careful 'ere, weasley," enzo was quick to place his hand on your lower back, making you shiver with how cold his hand was against the warmth of your bare back. "she's my date for tonight."

"lucky man," he smirked before exchanging a glance with george who snickered. "takes a lot to tie her down."

"no doubt."

you could always tell the weasley twins made lorenzo nervous more than anything else, whether that was their height or just their such laxed and carefree nature. you always found humor in it, even more when he practically rushed you to your table where the rest of your friends were already settling down.

he took a breath of relief as he stripped himself from his dress coat, already getting overheated for no reason. you shook your head with a slight smile as you sat down in one of the cushioned chairs. you watched enzo then pull his flask from his pocket, taking a strong swig before exhaling again like alcohol was air.

“what’s got you all nervous?”

“oh, nothing,” he looked down to you as if he hadn’t realized you were right next to him despite him walking you to your chair. “just forgot how to dance, is all.”

you couldn’t tell if he was joking, but you could tell it was an excuse.

“man, sit down,” blaise yanked him down by the belt, “you’re making us all nervous.”

but you had a feeling enzo had nothing to do with that. you looked around at the three boys that sat at your table and they were all squirming in their seats, looking as if they were anticipating something, like they were going to be hexed at any moment. it made you frown hard especially as you seemed to have been the only who noticed it.

“i think i want to dance,” blaise’s feet moved faster than the rest of his body, his eyes locked on nothing particular before looking to you quickly. “y/n, dance?”

a look of confusion struck your face but you got up just as quick, almost tripping over the leg of the chair, “sure.”

“lovely.”

“ay, don’t-don’t wear her out too much,” enzo hiccuped a call after the two of you as you made your way to the main floor, “she’s still my date.” but you had a feeling he wouldn’t have trouble forgetting you with the way he was already half way down with his flask.

“fool,” blaise shook his head, placing a hand on your lower back. he seemed to have been in his own world with the way his mouth was snapped shut after one word, something strange for him when near someone he was close with, but you wouldn’t consider it out of the ordinary with the very large amount of people that surrounded you. yet something still seemed off. “you having a good time?”

“i don’t know,” you shrugged, placing your hand in his and the other on his shoulder, “i’ve only just got here.”

“fair point.”

his eyes wandered again and so did your mind.

“funny thing,” his lip twitched upward, “i could have sworn pansy was in love with theo.”

your eyes traveled behind you to where blaise’s eyes accidentally snagged pansy who was dancing with a random boy, talking his ear off. you stifled a laugh before looking back to blaise who’s expression was blank, all amusement gone causing your own to falter. you couldn't understand how he dropped an emotion so fast.

"what's wrong?"

you think he doesn't hear you by the way his eyes still skim around the room; anywhere but you. but you realize he was ignoring you by the way an awkward silence settles on the two of you relentlessly and he almost stiffens.

“blaise,” your tone hardens, “what’s up with you?”

“nothing,” he mumbles, his eyes still distant, “just relax.”

relax.

“you two done yet?” enzo appears out of nowhere, his hands settling on both your shoulders, “i’m ready to dance.”

you both awkwardly looked over to lorenzo who seemed even more disoriented than before with his hair pulled out of its previous neat state and his white dress shirt unbuttoned two down, flashing his gold chain.

you glanced to blaise who looked at the boy with revolt. you could tell whatever was going through his head wasn’t good and whatever plan he had for tonight, wasn’t working out.

“no.”

“what do you mean 'no'?” enzo looked like he had been just struck across the face for no reason, “she’s my date, not yours, mate.”

“relax, mate, and go dance with pansy.”

“or maybe-”

“no maybe, just fuck off.”

you both watched him saunter off with his back hunched up like a child. you both rolled your eyes as blaise continued to lead you back into a dance- something you weren’t so sure why he was so committed into doing.

“why wouldn’t you just-”

“he can wait his turn,” he mumbled, his eyes meeting yours for a split second, “i have to tell you something anyways.”

“me?” you raise a brow. “you’re actually going to speak to me now?”

“don’t be like that,” he rolled his eyes with a look of annoyance crossing his face for a split second, “it’s difficult enough without you being snide.”

“what is?”

he seems hesitant and he looks at you again but this time they stay there and he studies your face but doesn’t look directly into your eyes, “when you go home for the rest of break, you need to stay there… for a long time, y/n.”

“what-”

“there are-” he shuts his mouth fast, rethinking of how he’d say whatever he had to say without getting himself in trouble. “you need to trust me, just this once-”

“you two having fun?” pansy gives you no time to answer as she intrudes on your conversation. “probably not as fun as our favorite slytherin prince and gryffindor princess-” she cuts herself off as she looks between the two of you, her eyes glimmering with something you couldn’t pin point other than something close to mischief. “god, some hypocrite. you remember when theo liked that ravenclaw girl and-”

she was rambling at this point and you could no longer hear her as your eyes met the couple she was referring to. you watched mattheo and nyla with a coat of envy over your eyes as he looked at her before leaning in close to her with quiet words dripping from his lips.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“you don’t think shit, blaise,” she hustled away faster than you could process with her mind set on one thing-

“what is- what is she doing?”

“something stupid.”

pansy was swift and when she had her mind set on something, she was good at it. she knew what she was doing and she was set on completing it. unfortunately for you, you had no idea what that was, but you knew it wasn’t good when she squished her body between mattheo and nyla.

“silly mattheo, you thought you could get away without a dance with me?”

he grunted in response as she easily took nyla’s place- who now stood a foot away awkwardly. but they both ignored her as their eyes met with challenging stares and stayed that way until pansy once again broke the silence with her wrenching tone.

“you really fucked us all over with your new girlfriend,” she shook her head, eyes pulling away from his as she tried to seem calm in her taunt. “tell me, mattheo, is it worth it?”

“you’re being childish, pansy.”

“am i?”

“yes.”

she smiles, “cmon you always like it when we play.”

he smiles back at her, “not when you’re sticking your nose in places it shouldn’t be. you and y/n both seem to have the same problem.”

“you’re a fucking bitch, mattheo,” she rolled her eyes and pushed away from their dance. “you and your bitch ass girlfriend can go eat shit, i don’t care. do whatever the fuck you want.” pansy then turned to the girl, “i hope you choke on his-”

“okay,” theo grabs her bicep, fast to escort her from the situation before she could say anything more. “you two,” he points at you and blaise as he walks by, “come here.”

you both look at each other before following slowly behind him where he stops at the table you all previously sat at, "you all need to get your shit together," theo had his hands stuffed in his pockets as he looked between all of you. you had never seen his expression so hard and full of solemnity; it fit his face well, like this was something usual for him but it almost worried you as he looked angered and that was never something that touched his skin. "you all need to keep your feelings for this girl to yourself. every single one of you is a fucking mess and we all have a reputation to up hold. save it for another day."

"like you're doing any better, nott," pansy scoffed, crossing her arms, "you're as nervous as a stray cat. why?"

he clenched his jaw allowing the silence to marinate before turning to enzo's direction, "stop drinking," and then to blaise, "find draco," and then pansy, "stop being such an ass and find some other guy to dance with," and then you, "go outside, you need some air."

the four of you all looked to each other before blaise moved first and the rest of you followed like a chain reaction into different directions. you hated that. you felt so helpless and you wished it all would stop. you didn't even have a word with mattheo and you seemed to be this large burden on his mind—even if you didn't do a thing.

the cold air sucked you whole as you stood outside on the patio, gazing out to the sky where a full moon was place in the center of your vision. goosebumps pinched your skin with a shiver and you no longer thought straight with the cold causing your mind to bounce off the walls. you were already so disoriented it didn't help that draco ran in on your mood.

"it's cold out here," he stood far with his chin tipped up like yours, "how long have you been out here?"

"not long."

"you should go inside soon," his gaze hit the side of your face, "maybe lorenzo will dance with you if he snaps out of his bender."

"i'm not in the mood for dancing."

you could hear him sigh and you weren't exactly sure why. he seemed overall hesitant; rocking back and forth on his feet, determining whether or not if he should take a step closer, but he still kept afar. it seemed as if he was almost forced to come out here.

"i'm only going to say this because no one else will," draco stood at a very far distance looking down at his nice black dress shoes with concentration that screamed he was uncomfortable. it made you feel more alone for some strange reason dealing with the fact that he wouldn't come closer and he wouldn't even look at you. "i don't want you to get hurt, y/n. none of us do, but you have to move on because the next few days are not going to be any easier on your heart, nor the next few weeks, or however long he stays with her."

"how can i move on if he doesn't even look at me," you whisper into the air.

"you don't look at him."

“that’s fucking stupid, draco.”

he’s quiet, until, “you don’t have a choice.”

you frown harder and you look up to his hunched figure pushing the small pile of snow around with his shoe, “what is going on?” he glances up to you to realize you were actually looking at him, “every single one of you have been so fucking weird. i’m so tired of putting off feelings just because i have to for the greater good- or whatever the fuck you’re talking about.”

he looked stunned with his mouth slightly opened. he looked like he wanted to say something else but knew he couldn’t. he was lucky too because theo walked out with his hands shoved in his pockets, intruding in on the conversation. he took note of the tension looming through the cold air as he looked between the two of you. he the watched you carefully as you still held a gaze with draco, practically glaring; and he looked away, staring at the stars, praying the night would end soon.

“y/n, come dance with me,” he extended a warm hand out, finding it better to direct the situation than ask questions. you took this gesture as mockery; the alignment of the sentence sounding as if he was babying you, like he has an obligation to take care of you.

“no.”

“no?” he seemed shocked, “you’re breaking my heart, princess.”

you glanced at him for a moment, before fully looking at him, “i think i should leave. this isn’t fun and you all are being fucking weird.”

it’s silent, he thinks about it. you’re not supposed to leave but it’s so hard deny you with the situation that you are in.

“just stay-”

the sound of progressive footsteps causes him to pause mid sentence, his eyes looking to the side until he shifts away from the door. mattheo walks through, his demeanor tense and it immediately soaks all of you. he looked as if he didn’t know where he was as he looked between the three of you—or as if he forgot what he was going to say. it killed you that he let the silence linger, as if he had lectured you all and now wanted you to think about it.

“i need to talk to, y/n,” he looks between the two boys, “alone.”

fuck.

you wished you accepted theo’s invitation now. and he must have too by the look he gave you before walking back into the building with draco. something was wrong.

he didn’t say a word. he couldn’t think straight and nor could you with how unsure his movements were. you felt like you could throw up with the amount of nerves building up fast on anticipation.

say something. say something. mattheo, please, say something. so i don’t-

“do you love her?”

“do i love her?” he almost sounded hurt as he slowly still paced, his hands stuffed in his black dress pants. he couldn’t think straight, and asking that question right off the bat did not help at all. he scoffed, repeating the question in his mind.

“yes,” you nodded, crossing your arms to assume a more stern stance, one he could see right through, one he knew all about and had seen many times before. you were trying to hold your composure. “you know, like you loved me before just breaking it off?”

his pacing almost fully stopped as he cranked his head to the side, clenching his jaw as your words hit. he couldn’t say a word. he couldn’t and he wasn’t going to no matter how much your words stung.

“you know, i almost socked her when you chose her to dance with you,” you clicked your tongue, tipping your head to the side as the image of mattheo lightly taking her hand and guiding her to the main floor where many other couples were slow dancing—it replayed over and over in your head. you scoffed, “i mean we all knew you’d choose her but.. that was the real cherry on top. that or when you whispered in her ear.”

you shook your head, shaming him, wanting him to understand the hurt you felt, “tell me, what did you tell her that was so heartwarming that she just had to kiss you on the mouth?”

“why don’t you shut up,” he’s swift with his movements as he pressed his body completely up against yours, practically hiding you as both his hands clasp your jaw, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip. “just shut up, y/n. i do not need you fucking this up for me.”

you were getting into his head.

your eyes were wide and you feel trapped with your arms pressed against your chest, still crossed and held tightly with annoyance and pain. the tip of his nose touched yours and you could smell the vodka he must have downed moments before coming out here.

how does she feel about that?

his drinking?

you never liked it but you were just sure she adored that because everything mattheo did was just-

“can you not let your feelings get in the way for just one second?” he whispers, “can not stay out of the way, y/n? what is not clicking in your head that i do not need you? you are not the one and you are goddamn lucky you’re not.”

“don’t you fucking-” you pause, pressing your lips together as you stopped yourself and thought with tears beginning to layer over your eyes. “you do not get to fucking say that. i’m not the one? oh yes, mattheo i am so fucking lucky to be ditched for a whore.”

he exhaled sharply, turning and pacing further away from you and into the snow where it swirled and decorated the trees and stone pavement. you followed after him, not finished, hoping that all your hurt would flood out by the time you stopped talking.

“i’m not the one? after all that happened, after how long we’ve been together?”

shush.

“i’m not worth you’re time? i’m not worth being in your presence? i’m just another fucking girl that you don’t think about?”

“of course you fucking aren’t,” he turns around and he grasps your face, his eyes wild and mirroring the storm around you. “you’re worth a million more things than me. i’m going to get you killed, i am no good for you.”

silent. just wind and snowflakes dotting both your faces like freckles.

“if i don’t do what i’m doing now, you’re going to be killed or i am. maybe worse,” his fingers laced into your hair, pulling the cold strands from your face so he could see your big doe eyes more clearly now, but it only made him feel worse. “i’m only doing what i’m told.”

it clicked.

"mattheo, no," you dread it, you hate that he gave in. "why-"

he pulled you quickly before you could further your sentence, taking notice to some of the students who begun to walk outside for a breath of fresh air. he pushes toward one of the carriages before opening the small door and pulling the two of you into it.

“why are you with her?” you don't waste time, "why her, what does that have anything to do with your father."

"she's only one step to a plan, y/n," he mumbles, hesitant on what to say, "she knows things i need to know. she has things i need."

"who else knows?"

he pauses, almost stumped on whether or not he should answer. he could be risking a lot, not that you'd snitch on him, but rather you stick your head in places that it didn't need to be in, "all the boys."

"why didn't you tell me?"

"i couldn't do that to you-"

"mattheo that is bullshit," you whisper.

"they're all under the vow, y/n. do you understand what that does to a person?" he pauses, looking hard into your eyes, wanting to know what you were thinking, wanting to know if you understood the point he was getting at. "i tell you, i tell you everything, you go under too-"

"then i go under too," you say it fast without thinking, "mattheo, i want to do it. whoever did it to you and theo and blaise and whoever else, do it to me."

"y/n, no," he frowns hard, not understanding how you could be even asking, "i will not allow you."

"why not?"

he looked frustrated and almost angered, struggling with the ability to convince you. he leans forward now, his hand holding your hip, "you would hear everything i thought, you would hear him. it is a curse. you don't sleep, you don't eat. he is always in your head, it never ends."

"what do i have to lose?"

"everything."

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promised to someone, part one. theodore nott x reader

summary 🔮: in which reader and theodore nott are promised to a marriage at birth that neither were aware of

warning/s ⛓: swearing

slater’s note 🌬: forgot to write here.

promised at birth.

you had never thought of marriage like the normal teenage girl. you didn’t look forward to it, you practically dreaded the thought of spending the rest of your life with one person.

but you were still promised at birth to a boy you had never met till now.

“they tell me you’re a disciple of the dark lord.”

“aren’t we all?”

“not like you,” you said it so fast to the point that it sounded intentionally harmful and poisonous, but you didn’t know any better and were only projecting hate for your parents to the boy before you. “they say that the dark lord had made a pursuit just for you.”

he glanced down to his lap, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as your words sunk in and reminded him of the past month of his life—the worst month of his life where he had been doing exactly that—a pursuit.

“he sees something in you,” you say after he says nothing, not looking at you but now sulking.

“it’s not as glorious as it seems.”

“i wouldn’t disagree…” you look at him a little better now, realizing a little better that he’s in the same boat just as you are. he has had no control in your life just as you. his parents have picked and chose for him, just like yours. “you’re scared, then?”

“you’re not?”

your eyes crinkle in the corner as you weren’t expecting that question, “no.”

he doesn’t believe you.

“you realize what’s happening tonight, don’t you?” you don’t answer, staring at him with a frown that clues him that you didn’t understand his question, “they’re bounding us. they’re making you take the unbreakable spell to ensure you’ll stay by my side—we’re being bound for life.”

“i don’t believe you.”

he scoffed, shaking his head, “out of all things they told you, they didn’t care to mention that?” theo thinks of his father and how he was sitting in the other room, probably getting his rocks off that his very own son was finally fulfilling his potential.

god, he thought, this will kill him.

he could barely stand his own thoughts recently, how could you? everything he thought about was in correlation to the dark lord and from what he learned about you—you had no relation to the dark lord or anything aside from your parents.

you were untouched, innocent, and therefore desirable and your parents were giving it up to theo as well as the dark lords hands—and you could do nothing.

“why would they lie to you?”

“you don’t know me. why would they..?”

the door opens, and one of your families servants pops his head through the crack of the door, “your parents would like to see you now.”

you look to theo who has tired eyes and a dead expression while he stares up to the man before looking to the window. he dreams of leaving, of going back to hogwarts but for his own will and wishes, not for some scheme. nothing was fun anymore. he hated being around his friends and he misses when times were better and the only thing he had to worry about was his grades and draco’s snarky attitude.

you looked back to the servant, nodding your head and dismissing him. his absence made you move forward on your knees, closer to him, whispering in fear that anyone but him would hear you, “what makes them so sure i won’t say a word?”

“because you’ll die if you do,” he got to his feet, “the concept of the unbreakable vow binds our souls together—everything i know, you know. everything that is in my head will now soon be in yours. you won’t think, feel, or breathe the same way again.”

**

“join hands.”

you looked up to theo, almost questioning if this was right, but he didn’t show any emotion nor did he look at you. his hand arm raised for yours and you hesitantly took it, gripping his forearm like he did yours.

“good,” theo’s father nodded, now raising his wand and touching your joined arms, a look of electricity wounding its way slowly up both your arms.

you stared at it, slightly out of breath from the reality of it all being true.

“now,” theo’s father nodded to you, “do you promise to keep theodore’s secrets as your own, to not shed light to them, even to the closest of friends or trusted family?”

you looked up and between your parents before to theo who still stared at the wire of light swooning around both your left arms, “i do.”

“do you promise to be honest with theodore when a threat is passed your way involving him and or the order?”

“i do.”

“do you promise to accept theodore and all he has done. to offer him faith, and trust, and patience?”

his eyes connect with yours fast, almost wanting to let go of your hand as if this promise was finally crossing lines above the others. your eyes lingered with his for a bit, narrowing but you still mumbled, “yes.”

“do you promise to take responsibility-“

“no,” his voice interrupted his own fathers fast, an immediate regret filing in on his face, “she is not responsible for the things i have done-“

“theodore, mind yourself,” you close your eyes at the sharp tone of the man, your chest tightening and squeezing your heart in despair. “do you promise, miss y/l/n, to take responsibility for his actions as he does—like your own?”

“i do.”

he looks up at you fast, almost looking betrayed.

“that concludes it,” the man nodded, no emotion on his face, “we’ll talk about the marriage later.”

“you have to be mindless.”

the moment your living room was cleared he didn’t hesitate to raise his voice. it made you frown, confused to his reaction.

“this is what you wanted?”

“never.”

“what could i have done? you said it yourself, i’d be dead-“

“there still would have been time to get you out of this, you weren’t trapped yet,” you were confused to his frustration and why he suddenly cared so much as he was confused to the way you had so easily accepted this. he couldn’t even begin to process how you even accepted this to be your fate with a stranger. there was time for you, you could have wiggled your way out of it.

“now we’re bound for life.”

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pairings. mattheo riddle x fem!reader

about. mattheo can’t help but want his best mates girl and couldn’t be more thrilled when he finds out the attraction goes both ways

warnings. foul language, smut; degradation, creampie, cheating

ricky rocks. 🪺 it kills me that this story has a community label

the one thing mattheo couldn’t have in his life, he never thought it’d be a girl.

girls came easy, but they were never anything that came to mind too much; he had other things to worry about, things to do.

but he’d never thought that that girl, the girl he wanted, would be one of his best friends girl.

none of his friends were ever loyal, none of them except theo. he was a sucker for those long term relationships because the type of girls who were only looking for one night stands and hook ups made him annoyed and had more issues than he could deal with, it was too bad he got stuck with one exactly like that.

you loved theo, more than anyone, but old habits died hard. especially with all of theo’s friends breathing down your neck, begging for a taste.

but you never gave in, not until mattheo.

when you first met him, he didn’t say a word to you. you weren’t even aware of him half the time, his presence was forgettable till your eyes always seemed to find his and his body always seemed to be pressed up against yours in your dreams.

it soon became very obvious who you wanted and he knew it when he was no longer the one initiating the starring—giving him the go ahead to push your buttons.

“i’ll fuck you straight.”

“yeah, you wish riddle,” you starred back at him with a challenging look, “good luck on getting the chance.”

he scoffed, “you act like you’re so loyal.”

you immediately frowned in annoyance, “and you act like you’re all that.”

he smiled, leaning over to your level, “because i am.”

you rolled your eyes, looking him up and down with what looked like disgust, “hop off your throne, riddle. i love my boyfriend.”

“it sure doesn’t seem like it when you’re looking at me,” he tipped his head slightly, a fake expression of thought coming over his face, “you better work on that, y/n, otherwise i’m not going to be the only one who notices.”

he walked away, but some part of you wished he hadn’t and that the looks you two shared, would be caught on to, so you could just get it over with and finally get to fuck him.

that came sooner rather than later—but not how you thought. the opportunity was practically handed to the two of you when half the boys were out for gallivanting down in the forbidden forest and theo had told you to wait for him in the common room.

it was too bad he was running late.

“why don’t you sit down?” mattheo’s stare was narrowing and studying as he motioned you to sit in the big black leather chair across from him. “you’ve got a while longer to wait.”

you scoffed, “alright, but i’m sure theo-“

“who cares about theodore, he’s probably fucking around with a blonde from ravenclaw, anyway.”

the sentence caught you off guard and made you slightly pause as you sat down. you sure he was just messing with you, but with the right motivation and pressure, theo could get convinced into anything—maybe even fucking around with a blonde ravenclaw.

“he wouldn’t do that.”

“right, because you’re the cheater in the relationship.”

you scowled at him, but your cheeks turned hot at the truth of his words. he knew you well for some reason. he knew you weren’t honest—never in any relationship had you ever been in—and he knew you were also easily pressured into things.

“why don’t you show me something,” he nodded toward you, “don’t try to hide your true colors now that we’re alone.”

“piss off.”

“now don’t he so harsh.”

you rolled your eyes, thinking, thinking how wrong this was but still stood up from your seat across from him, and you still slowly glided toward him while your fingers grasped the top buttons of your pure white blouse, “don’t tell.”

“no promises,” he grinned, sipping from the bottle of booze he held as you were now in front of him, slowly leaning before him still teasing the unbuttoning of your shirt.

“mattheo,” you whined, but still continuing with your actions, giving him a peak of your black laced bra. “you’re not being nice.”

he pulled you to his lap roughly, causing you to gasp as you were now straddling him, “why would i?” his fingers reached where yours were, helping you unbutton the material of your shirt, “you’re so damn teasing all the time.”

you rocked your hips forward, pouting at his words, “shame.” mattheo’s breath became uneven for the slightest second, his eyes dragging up to yours at the feeling of your heat pressing onto his cock.

“you’re a fucking, cunt,” he scoffed, shaking his head with a slight smirk on his face. “don’t act like you don’t want this as much as i do.”

“sure, mattheo,” you tauntingly smiled, rocking back and forth again before pressing your lips against his. he immediately kissed back, his hands slowly pulling the blouse from your arms.

he smelled good and he felt good—you felt you could barely get enough despite how close he was with his arms wrapped around you now, pulling you closer and closer till his chest was pressed against yours.

he was making you desperate, real desperate with his taunting that you could barely keep up the returning taunting facade.

“let me cum in your mouth, yeah?” he pulled away and was already unbuckling his belt from beneath you, cuing you to get off the chair and to your hands and knees as he stood, “be a good girl, suck me off, y/n.”

you nodded slowly, deciding whether if this was really okay… but you suddenly didn’t care, especially when your mouth started watering the moment his cock sprung from his boxers, thick and waiting for you.

“ready, love,” he didn’t wait for your words and he barely waited for you; his hips meeting your mouth, eager, “fuck,” you eased your mouth down his length, eyes already watering even before the tip of his cock touched the back of your throat.

“such a fucking good girl,” he grunted, his hand twirling a make shift pony tail of your hair while his head tipped back, his mind filling of bliss with each suck you took. “you love my cock, don’t you?”

he thrusted into your mouth, face fucking you, helping you induce pleasure as you tried to keep up by running and swirling your tongue along his length.

you couldn’t even think to answer, or hum, or anything. you were enjoying it too much and couldn’t help let your mind travel already to fast to the thought of him fucking you.

you could tell he wanted to just by how much enjoyment he was getting from this.

and he pulled out abruptly, leaving spit and precum running down your chin with teary eyes, “let me cum inside you, show theo who really owns your body.”

you let him lay you down against the cold floor, his body hovering over yours as he undone his dress shirt before pulling it off fast with eager fingers, that watched you with dark eyes.

you watched anxiously, your eyes eating every inch of his body and the scars that decorated his tan skin. your chest heaved up and down, your heart pounding, underestimating what he might do with the stare he had.

he gripped his cock, stroking it roughly before laying on your body fully, hiking up your skirt and pushing your parties to the side. he kissed you softly before pushing into you, prompting a sharp whine to resonate from your lips, “take it.”

your hands gripped his shoulders as he slowly inched into you before harshly shoving his full length into your cunt, immediately catching into your sweet spot. a high moan released into the air as your stomach rumbled with pleasure and pain to your walls from just barely getting used to the thickness of his cock.

“fucking whore,” he continued to fuck into you as his mouth began to speak nasty words that made your stomach twist in pleasure, whimpering as he spoke. “you love your boyfriend’s best mate using you like a doll?”

you gasped as his hand caught your face, gripping it harshly, “of course you do,” he smiled devilishly before, slapping the side of your hip, “get on your knees.”

you whimpered as you did so, his hands immediately gripping your hips and continuing to fuck you stupid the moment he pushed into you again. his finger tips pained you as he pressed hard enough to leave bruises.

“i want him to know who fucked you this good,” his hand grasped your throat, pulling you closer to his body as his mouth hovered over your ear before sucking and biting on your neck. “i want him to see what a dirty little whore you are, taking me without denial.”

“mattheo, please,” you whined, grabbing his hand that lied on your hip, “please don’t.”

“don’t what, huh?”

“please don’t leave marks.”

you could feel his cock twitch to the whine of your voice, a grunt resonating from his mouth. he didn’t say a word to reply but began to savor the few minutes left of his high, roughly pumping in and out of you as you moaned—soon coming upon your own.

“who fucks you better, huh?” he leaned back near your face, “me or him, tell me?“

“you mattheo,” you stuttered, feeling your vision go blurry and your limbs grow numb the moment his high came undone and pushed cum deep into your cunt, leaving you marked.

“that’s what i thought.”

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I loved Deadly Class so much, it still hurts that we were absolutely rubbed by them not creating another season! Aside from that, the Cliffhanger!?

How could they do that to us? 🥺

Benjamin Wadsworth as Marcus López Arguello | Deadly Class Season 1

Guys, I am so sad, my first account got somehow banned, didn’t knew this was a thing here, so I have lost everything, bc I never used to save my texts and inspirations, so yeah.

I hope that some of u guys remember me and follow me, cus I am really sad we almost had 500 (and that’s pretty much for me), anyway this will be my new account for now, I will continue to post requests so u can ask me any time and yeah.

I already said it once, English is not my first language so please correct me if I make any mistakes.

I will continue to write about the slytherin boys, Pansy, the girls, head canons, requests and what’s going on in my DR.

If u have questions, just ask me.

Bye lovelies ❤️

yo guys, so I am currently writing about Y/N and Mattheo getting closer trough the years, but I am only half way done, well not even halfway, but it’s taking me ridiculously long cus English ain’t my first language so my brain works slower, bla bla bla

But basically do you want me to upload it all in one or like the first part now?

Love

Mattheo Riddle x Y/N

Part 1

First year, 12 years old

Love, love, love.

It truly is beautiful.

It starts early in the first years of life.

It starts in the childhood.

All children are being loved by their parents, they are being loved and cared, that’s what makes a childhood special and remarkable.

At least that’s what most of them say.

But what if a person has never felt love or affection in any kind of way?

What if they are twelve years old, on the train to their first year in Hogwarts, glad they are escaping their family.

The family that brought them nothing but pure pain and fear, scarring them for the rest of their life.

That will be all over. No more sleepless nights, no more nightmares, no more muffling their cries in their pillow, no more being terrorized by their family. It’s all over, for now.

But now they truly are all alone.

“Is that seat taken?”, a little girl points at the seat across the boy, who’s sitting next to the window drowned in his thoughts.

Her hair is braided with a little pink bow at the end.

“Hello?”, she asks him again, confused of why he seems so distant and perplex.

“No, you can take it.”, the boy quickly says, slightly embarrassed of himself that it took him so long to reply.

“I am Y/N, Y/L/N”, the little girl says, now sitting across him and holding out her hand.

“Mattheo Riddle”, the boy says and weirdly shakes her hand as he carefully waits for a reaction, but nothing happens.

Her face doesn’t go pale, her eyes don’t widen in fear, she simply smiles at him

“Nice to meet you Mattheo Riddle”

The boy is confused. Why is it nice to meet him? Does he have to say it back? Why is she still sitting here?

“What’s wrong? Are you scared of train rides? Don’t worry, I am with you, you don’t have to be scared, you are not alone.”

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“Yeah, and I heard that he is Italien.”

“Italien?”, Mattheo asks.

The group of Mattheo, Y/N, Pansy, Draco, Blaise and Lorenzo are sitting together in the dining hall.

“Why would he join us in the middle of the year? Is that even allowed?”, the boy asks, Blaise in furrowing his eyebrows in mutual confusion.

“Well I don’t know, that’s all I heard, but apparently they can make an exception if the student has the basic knowledge of magic.”, Pansy says, Y/N nodding at her response.

Dumbledore catches the halls attention by clapping his hands.

“Students, students. I am sure you have heard about the new coming student from Italy, he will be joining us, please welcome Theodore Nott.”

It’s uncomfortably silent in the hall as the brown haired boy enters the room.

Dumbledore quickly continues.

“Because he has not been sorted into a house we will quickly let him get sorted now.”,

He sits down on the chair while the hat is put on his head.

“He is cute.”, Pansy whispers in Y/Ns ear, and both the girls start giggling.

“SLYTHERIN”, the hat yells and the slytherin table irrupts into cheering and clapping.

You can definitely tell that the boy is not having the time of his life, he seems more stoic and distant, just like the way Mattheo seemed the first Y/N saw him.

She would never be scared of him because of a stupid last name. She encountered many people being horrified of Mattheo even though he is just a boy. Just a boy with a stupid last name. She genuinely didn’t understand how people could be so cruel towards him, it seemed like only his friends were truly accepting him.

Y/N waves at the boy and signals him to sit next to her. So does the boy and thanks her with a nod.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”, Draco jokes and Pansy immediately smacks the back of his head.

“Are you stupid, he can’t speak English dummy”, she says in an angry voice.

The group can’t help but laugh and so does Theodore.

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2. Year, 13 year old

The cold winter air is making the students cheeks and noses blush. Hogwarts is covered in snow, making it look straight out of a fairytale.

“Y/N”, Mattheo yells at her from behind her back.

“What is it?”, she asks and turns around as she suddenly gets hit by a snowball in the face.

Mattheos giggles hang in the air as he starts to run away from her.

“WAIT TILL I GET YOU”, she laughs and runs after him with a snowball in her hand.

The two children run and giggle while snowballs are being thrown at each other.

“STOP RUNNING SO FAST YOU WILL SLI-“, before she can finish her sentence Mattheo is lying on the ground face first.

Her face drops as she sees him and quickly but carefully walks over to him.

“ARE YOU OKAY?!”, she asks while panicking.

The little girl quickly helps him up to his feet and gasps, his nose is bleeding but doesn’t seem broken.

“Fucks sake”, the boy cusses under his breath and touches his bloody nose.

Y/N gives him a tissue to stop the bleeding.

“Let’s go to the medical wing”, she says and takes him by the hand to lead him.

“How did you even manage to get that?”, the nurse asks him while she cleans his wound with alcohol. Mattheo hisses in pain and Y/N can’t help but giggle at the sight.

“He slipped on the ice and fell”, she says with a smirk on her face.

“HaHa”, the boy says monotone and glares at her playfully.

“You should not run on the ice, didn’t your parents taught you that?”, the nurse says in a harsh tone.

The little boys face drops.

No, his parents didn’t taught him that.

Y/N feels a sting in her heart, knowing what Mattheo is thinking.

When the nurse is done bandaging him, they walk back to the Slytherin common room in silence.

“Imma go get to sleep, good night Y/N”, Mattheo says.

“Good night.”, she says and is about to leave to, but something inside stops her.

“Mattheo”, she says and turns around, Mattheo stops in his tracks but doesn’t turn to face her.

“I am sorry.”

“Goodnight Y/N”, he repeats and leaves.

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“-the most powerful potion in the world, it’s rumored to smell differently to each person, according to what attracts them.”

“Exactly, thank you miss Granger.”, the professor says.

“This potion will be important for your final grade this year, I will pair you into groups and you will have two hours to write me a report of what you smell, what you see and what happens while brewing the potion.”

“Draco and Hermoini, Theodore and Pansy, Blaise and Astoria, Harry and Cho, Ron and…”

After the professor is done pairing the groups everyone is allowed to leave the room and look for books or recipes.

Mattheo and Y/N walk to the library and search for an instruction sheet for brewing Armortentia.

“Ah here it is”, Mattheo says and tries to reach the book at the top shelf, but he can’t manage to grab the book.

“Wait, let me try”, Y/N says and jumps up to grab the book but also fails.

“Get on my shoulders”, Mattheo says and pats his shoulders to signal her to jump on him.

He kneels down and Y/N gets on his shoulders and Mattheo balances himself up again.

“Don’t move so much”, he says as Y/N grabs the book.

“Shut up”, she says, and lets the book accidentally drop on his head.

“Ouch”, he says monotone and Y/N giggles.

“Let’s do this”, the girl says and jumps off his shoulders. They quickly walk back to the classroom to brew the potion.

“You have all the ingredients?”, she asks him and he nods.

“Okay, now we have to note what happens while it brews…”, she mumbles as she looks closely at the potion.

They watch as the mixture starts to bubble and turn into a reddish colour.

“It… changes… colours..”, they both mumble while they write it down.

“Okay, so what do you smell?”, she asks and holds the potion under his nose.

Mattheo sniffs on it but furrows his brows.

“I smell nothing?”, the boy says, the only thing that hangs in the air is the smell of Y/Ns perfume?

“Huh, that’s weird”, she says as she tries to smell it too.

The only thing that she smells is what she smelled before, paper and Mattheos shampoo.

“Perhaps we forgot an ingredient?”

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3.year, 14 years old

“WHERE IS HE?”, Y/N asks Pansy panicked.

“They are in the common room”, Pansy says with panic in her eyes.

Y/N doesn’t hesitate and starts to run towards the Slytherin common room, from where you can hear yells and punches.

“MATTHEO, MATTHEO STOP”, she yells as she pushes herself through the crowd of students, that have circled the fight between Mattheo and Theodore.

“MATTHEO STOP IT”, she yells again as she tries to drag him away from Theodore who is lying on the floor with a bloody nose and mouth.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD”, he yells at Theodore, who just punched him back in the face.

“GUYS STOP YOU ARE FRIENDS!”, Y/N yells hopelessly.

Y/N tries to stop them both and pulls Theodore by his shirt, when suddenly Mattheos fist collides with Y/Ns jaw.

The students gasp and everyone freezes for a moment.

The ringing sound in Y/Ns head is unbearable and she drops to her knees, holding her jaw in shock.

Pansy quickly runs towards Y/N and crouches down.

Tears well in her eyes and the lump in her throat makes her feel like suffocating.

Pansy help Y/N up and they quickly walk away.

“Fuck Y/N i didn’t meant to, I-“, Mattheo stutteres shocked of himself.

“Don’t”, Pansy mumbles as she pushes through the crowd and runs to her dorm room.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?”, Theodore yells at Mattheo but he doesn’t react only one thought is going through his mind right now.

He fucked up.

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“You can’t ignore him forever Y/N”, Pansy and Y/N are having a sleepover in Y/Ns dorm, like every other night.

“He really upset me”, Y/N mumbles and continues to braid Pansy’s hair.

“It’s been three weeks Y/N, didn’t he apologize to you?”

“No, he isn’t even looking at my direction”

“Asshole”, Pansy mumbles.

“Why did he and Theodore even fight? I thought they were best friends?”, Y/N asks Pansy now more angry than sad.

“Apparently he was freaking out and Mattheo tried to calm him down, he then said something about you, don’t know what tho, that made Mattheo really angry and after that the whole situation escalated, but that’s just what I heard.

I am pretty sure that he was still in shock, he usually is really sweet and kind, I don’t know, poor thing was probably in denial.”, she shrugs.

Y/Ns heart drops.

“But that still doesn’t excuse the fact that he hit me and didn’t even apologize, now I have this nasty bruise and am angry at him.”, she mutteres.

“How is Theo doing anyway?”, Y/N asks, now feeling bad for Theodore.

“He won’t eat or talk, I had to force him to eat something, Lorenzo stays with him the whole time, he is scared that he might hurt himself, you know?”

“Is he still doing it?”

“Well he was clean for like three months, but right now he isn’t the most stable and might try to cope with it like that, I really hope he doesn’t though..”, Pansy says with a sad face.

“You love him, don’t you?”, Y/N say with a sad smile on her face.

Pansy nods. “I do, yeah..”

“And what about Mattheo? Are they talking again?”, Y/N asks.

“Not really, it’s really tense between them, I think they both just need time right now-“

Suddenly Blaise is rushing into the dorm.

“What the fuck Blaise?”, Pansy curses but immediately gets quiet as she sees Blaise’s face.

Something happened. Y/Ns face drops.

“Guys, something is wrong with Mattheo, he is completely panicking, I don’t know what’s happening, please help.”, Blaise says completely out of breath.

Y/N quickly stands up and puts on her shoes.

“Where is he?”, she asks as she pulls over a hoodie.

“In his dorm, he doesn’t want to see me, I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s fine, you stay here, I know what’s happening.”, she says and grabs her keys before she quickly runs out of the girl’s dormitory hall, and runs up the stairs towards Mattheos dorm.

She tries to open the door but it’s locked.

Luckily she has a second key for his dorm, for exactly this kind of reason.

She quietly gets in and closes the door behind her.

His dorm room is dimmed and all messy.

Shaky and short breaths are filling the room.

Shit.

“Matt?”, the breaths stop for a moment.

“Go away Y/N…please.”, Mattheo says with a broken voice.

“It’s okay”, she says in a shushing tone and turns on the light, on his nightstand.

Now that she can see clear, the room looks messier than before, his book are all lying all over the floor, his mirror is broken and has bloodstains over it, and all of his sketches are either ripped or all scrunched up, on the floor.

She crouches down and picks up a sketch that catches her eye.

It’s a sketch of her, but it’s the only that isn’t ripped or scrunched, it just lays there.

Y/N walks towards the other side of his bed and sees him sitting on the floor, his back leaning on the wall and his head between his knees.

She says nothing and sits down on the floor next to him.

“please, you need to leave…”, he mumbles.

“Why?”, she asks him quietly.

He gulps and breathes in hardly.

“You feel are hyperventilating, the lump in your throat makes you feel like you are going to see god. Your hands are trembling and your knees feel like they no longer exist. You feel weak, and scared.”, Y/N states, she takes his bloody hand and starts to draw stars on it with her fingertip.

Y/N knows exactly what to do and how to talk to him, since these panic attacks happen every now and then.

“But you are not suffocating, actually, you are perfectly fine, your throat is just a little bit sore and you won’t see god yet. Your hands stop shaking so much and your knees are fine.

You may feel like loosing your mind…, but that all is just in here,”, she says and taps on his head.

He looks up, bloodshot eyes meeting hers.

“Why were you ignoring me?”, she now quietly asks.

“I am scared of myself.”, he says, his voice is raw and hurt.

“I am seeing him in my reflection Y/N, the way he hit me, my mother, at the end of the day I am his son, I have his blood in my veins…,Theodore was right.”, he says so vulnerable and broken that Y/N needs to take a deep breath.

“Whatever Theodore said, he was out of his mind, his mother died, he probably didn’t meant to say that.”

“But he is right Y/N, he is right, I have his fucking blood in my body, I am just like him.”

“Don’t say that! You are nothing, and absolutely nothing like him! Do you understand?! You are the most gentle and most kind person I’ve ever met in my entire life, you are anything but like your father.”, she says and cups his cheeks and looks him in the eyes.

“The only thing you share is one last name.”, she whispers.

“Does it hurt?”, he asks her and points at her bruises jaw. She shakes her head no.

His eyes well with tears and Y/N immediately goes to hug him.

“I am so, so sorry, I am so sorry, i didn’t meant to hit you, you were suddenly right in front of me, and I- I couldn’t look at you, I feel like I am putting you in danger, I-“, he cries into her hair.

“Mattheo, the only danger here is your mind, nothing else. I am more safe with you, than with everyone else.”

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4.year, 15 years old

“Don’t move”, Y/N mumbles at Mattheo who is lying on her lap as she tries to draw him the perfect eyeliner.

“So, first side is ready, now the left eye.”, she says as she holds him up a mirror, for him to look at her masterpiece.

“I don’t understand why you girls do all this stuff, I think it would make me crazy”, he huffs as she tries to draw him the second eyeliner.

Y/N giggles. “First of all, it’s actually really fun and second of all the boys don’t find me pretty without makeup, so I have no other choice.”

“Of course you have, if you really love someone, you also love them without any makeup and accept their flaws.”, Mattheo states.

Y/N stops in her tracks.

“I don’t say you have any flaws, that’s not what I am saying, it’s just in general, you know?”, he says quickly, scared that he might have hurt her feelings.

Y/N giggles.

“Shut up idiot.”

“What? It’s just facts and-“,he gets cut off by Y/N.

“No, like actually shut up, I need to line your lips.”, she laughs and holds his face in place by grabbing his chin with one hand and lining his lips with the other one.

“I see your point, but that would mean for me to wait hundreds of years until someone would truly love me, you know? And it’s also really fun to get compliments from other people, it’s like some kind of approval, I don’t know.”, she mumbles as she looks for something in her makeup bag.

“What do you want to prove yourself?”, Mattheo asks confused and lifts his head.

“You know.., that I am pretty..”, she mumbles.

“WHOA wait-“, Mattheo says and quickly sits up, his face hardens and his eyes seem frustrated.

“Why do you think that you are not pretty? Did someone told you that? Who told you that? Tell me their name and I will make them regret, I swear to god if-“,

“My brain, my brain is telling me that, and I can’t help but listen to it sometimes..”, she interrupts.

Mattheos eyes soften immediately.

“Why would you think that?”

She takes a deep breath and avoids his gaze.

“I don’t know, just do..”, she mumbles.

Mattheo softly grabs her by the chin and makes her look at him.

“You are beautiful Y/N, and tell your brain to shut the fuck up, it’s lying.”, he says with a little smile on his lips.

“Thank you Mattheo.”, she says and smiles at him.

“Now lay back down I found what I was looking for..”, she says and holds up a lash curler.

“Nuh uh”, he says and shakes his head in fear and makes a grimace.

“Yuh uh, there’s nothing to be scared of, look just like this..”, Y/N says and shows him how to use it.

His eyes only widen.

“Ain’t no way that thing is touching my face!”, he says and quickly stands up to run out of her dorm room.

“MATTHEO COME BACK HERE-“

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AN:

So yuh, that’s just the prototype so it’s really not that good and short, but please remember that English is not my first language so correct me if I make mistakes

There will be a second part, but I don’t know when I will post it

(Spoiler?) I also wanted to say that the second part will contain many trigger warnings because I became many requests and I try to build them in, so there will be mentions of abuse, ED, SH and SA. I am not romanticizing that shit, js so u know, I js build them in because of their lore and what I think would be realistic.

There also will be some romantic stuff between them, the first part was pretty dry and more canon? Idk.

And please don’t forgive me bc I have no clue with the timelines so I will probably not follow them, I also have no clue about when or how Theos mom died.

Xoxo Eva❤️

Sneak peek

A/N: so guys i decided to post part two of 'Love' the way i planned to. Imma post the fifth year parts and the next part will contain the 6th year, I js didn't want you to wait so long. I ain't romanticizing that shit, I js think that these are be of their past and lore, and a few of the things were also requested really often so l tried to work it out

And guys after the fourth year will be way more angst and serious things, you could say that it's going downhill from now on

TW: huge trigger warning, there will be mentions of ED, SA and alcohol, a little bit angst (I don't know if that's a trigger)

Fifth Year: The burden of Silence

The pressure of fifth year weighed heavily on Y/N. The intensity of preparing for O.W.L.s was suffocating, and she found herself drowning in expectations—her own, her parents', and those of her professors. The need to be perfect gnawed at her, and soon, she began slipping into old, destructive habits.

She skipped meals, convincing herself it was the only way to stay focused, to keep control. Her friends noticed her growing fatigue, but Y/N deflected their concern with practiced ease. Even Mattheo, with his perceptive eyes and gentle concern, couldn’t penetrate the walls she’d built around herself.

But he watched. He saw the way her clothes began to hang loosely on her frame, the way she avoided the Great Hall during meals, the hollow look in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. He tried to talk to her, but she brushed him off with forced smiles and reassurances that everything was fine.

One evening, as they sat in the Slytherin common room, Y/N’s hand trembled as she scribbled notes. Mattheo, sitting across from her, couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice filled with concern. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard. You need to take care of yourself.”

She looked up, her eyes tired but defiant. “I’m fine, Mattheo. Just stressed about the exams.”

“Skipping meals isn’t going to help,” he replied, his tone firmer now.

She flinched, the truth of his words hitting her like a blow. “I said I’m fine,” she repeated, but her voice wavered.

He didn’t push further that night, but his worry only deepened.

As the weeks passed, Y/N’s condition worsened. She was constantly exhausted, her skin pale and gaunt. Mattheo’s heart ached every time he looked at her. He felt helpless, desperate to do something, anything, to pull her back from the edge.

One night, unable to sleep, Mattheo decided to take a walk. As he wandered the dimly lit corridors, he found himself drawn to the kitchens. He paused when he saw a familiar figure sitting on the floor, her back against the wall, her knees drawn to her chest. It was Y/N, her face buried in her hands.

“Y/N,” he called softly, approaching her. “What are you doing here?”

She looked up, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

His heart broke at the sight of her. He knelt beside her, gently pulling her hands away from her face. “Hey, it’s okay. What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” she choked out. “I’m so tired, Mattheo. I’m so tired of pretending everything is fine.”

“You don’t have to pretend,” he said softly. “Not with me.”

She shook her head, her tears falling faster. “I’m scared, Mattheo. I don’t know how to stop.”

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. “You’re not alone. We’ll figure this out together, okay?”

In the days that followed, Mattheo stayed close to Y/N, watching her with an intensity that made her uncomfortable. She knew he meant well, but the guilt of worrying him only added to her burden.

One afternoon, they sat by the Black Lake, the cool breeze ruffling their robes. Mattheo decided it was time to confront her about her eating disorder.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” he began, his voice steady but filled with concern.

She glanced at him, her eyes wary. “About what?”

“About what’s really going on,” he said, not backing down. “I know you’re struggling, and I want to help.”

She looked away, her hands clenching into fists. “I don’t know how to stop,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I feel like I’m losing control.”

“You’re not losing control,” he said firmly. “You’re just struggling, and that’s okay. But you need help, Y/N. More help than I can give.”

Tears filled her eyes, and she shook her head. “I don’t want anyone to know. They’ll think I’m weak.”

“You’re not weak,” he said fiercely, his hands trembling as he reached for hers. “You’re one of the strongest people I know. But even the strongest people need help sometimes.”

She looked at him, her eyes filled with desperation. “What if I can’t get better?”

“You will,” he said, his voice breaking. “You have to believe that. And I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

The road to recovery was anything but easy. Y/N began seeing a healer, a process that was both painful and necessary. She had to confront the deep-rooted fears and insecurities that had driven her to this point. It was a struggle, but she wasn’t alone. Mattheo was there, his support unwavering.

There were days when it felt like too much, when Y/N wanted to give up. But Mattheo wouldn’t let her. He was her anchor, her constant, and she drew strength from his presence.

One evening, as they sat in the Slytherin common room, Y/N looked at Mattheo, her eyes filled with gratitude and something deeper. “I don’t know how to thank you,” she said softly. “For everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he replied, his eyes warm. “I’m just glad you’re getting better.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” she said, her voice trembling. “You’ve been my strength.”

He shook his head. “No, Y/N. You’re the strong one. You’re fighting this battle, and you’re winning.”

She smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. “We’re strong together.”

He reached out, taking her hand in his. “And we’ll get through this. One step at a time.”

As they sat there, hand in hand, Y/N felt a sense of hope she hadn’t felt in a long time. The road to recovery was long and difficult, but with Mattheo by her side, she believed they could face anything together..

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Fifth Year: Yule Ball Shadows

The Yule Ball was a spectacle of light and music, a temporary reprieve from the pressures of school. The Great Hall had been transformed into a winter wonderland, with twinkling fairy lights and shimmering icicles hanging from the enchanted ceiling. Y/N, dressed in an elegant emerald-green gown that matched her Slytherin house colors, felt a rare excitement bubbling inside her as she entered the hall with her friends.

For a while, the night was perfect. She laughed, danced, and felt like a normal teenager, not the girl struggling with the weight of expectations and the shadows of her own mind. Mattheo, ever the watchful friend, had been by her side most of the evening, his presence a comforting constant.

But as the night wore on, things began to change. Y/N had separated from Mattheo to get some fresh air, needing a break from the noise and the crowd. She wandered into a quieter corridor, the sounds of the ball fading behind her.

Y/N leaned against a wall, taking deep breaths to calm herself. The silence was a relief, but it didn't last long. A group of older students, clearly having had too much to drink, stumbled upon her. Their eyes were filled with a predatory gleam that made her skin crawl.

"Hey, look who we have here," one of them slurred, a twisted grin on his face. "A pretty little Slytherin all alone."

Y/N tried to sidestep them, but another blocked her path. "What’s the rush? Stay and chat with us."

She could feel panic rising in her chest. "I need to get back," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

One of them grabbed her arm, holding her in place. "Oh, come on. Don't be like that."

Her heart raced as she struggled to free herself. "Let go of me!"

But they didn't listen. Instead, they laughed, the sound cruel and mocking. Tears of frustration and fear welled up in her eyes as she realized she was trapped.

Meanwhile, Mattheo had noticed Y/N’s absence and felt a knot of worry tighten in his stomach. He excused himself from his conversation with Draco and Pansy and went in search of her. When he heard voices echoing down a distant corridor, he quickened his pace.

The sight that greeted him made his blood boil. Y/N was pressed against the wall, her eyes wide with fear, and those bastards were laughing at her distress. Without a second thought, Mattheo stormed over, his anger palpable.

"Get your hands off her," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

The group turned, sneering at the interruption. "And who do you think you are?" one of them taunted.

"Someone who's going to make you regret touching her," Mattheo snapped, his fists clenched.

One of the boys stepped forward, trying to intimidate Mattheo. "Big words. Let's see if you can back them up."

Before the boy could react, Mattheo's fist connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor. The others hesitated for a moment, then lunged at Mattheo. It was a chaotic, brutal fight. Mattheo was outnumbered, but his rage fueled him, giving him strength and speed. He fought with a ferocity that stunned his opponents, landing blow after blow.

Y/N watched in shock and horror as Mattheo defended her. She wanted to help, but fear rooted her to the spot. The fight was over quickly. The boys, now bloodied and bruised, staggered away, muttering threats and curses.

Breathing heavily, Mattheo turned to Y/N. His knuckles were split and bleeding, but his concern was solely on her. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now.

She nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I-I think so. Mattheo, I’m so sorry."

He stepped closer, wiping her tears gently. "You have nothing to be sorry for. This isn’t your fault."

"But you got hurt because of me," she whispered, her voice breaking.

He shook his head. "I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I won’t let anyone hurt you, Y/N. Not ever."

She threw her arms around him, sobbing into his chest. He held her tightly, his own heart breaking at her pain. "It’s okay," he murmured. "You’re safe now. I’ve got you."

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms. Eventually, Mattheo pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. "Let’s get out of here. We’ll go somewhere safe."

She nodded, trusting him completely. As they walked back to the Great Hall, Mattheo kept a protective arm around her, his presence a shield against the world.

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Later that night, after Y/N had fallen asleep in the safety of her dormitory, Mattheo sat by her side, watching over her. The events of the evening replayed in his mind, and a fierce determination settled in his heart. He would protect her, no matter the cost. She was more than a friend to him, and he would fight for her, always.