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Break-up

Characters : Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini. Pancy Parkinson ( background )

How Slytherin boys will react when you ask them for break up.

Warning : might be toxic, alcoholism, possesive and obsessive behaviour, Reader feels they are too much ( in Blaise Zabini hc, you can skip that )

Mattheo Riddle

He's not going to listen a word so don't even bother.

He will shut you up real quick in more than one way, speaking too loud, cutting you mid, changing topics and rushing to classes that don't even exist and his most favourite, kissing you.

He would kiss you so hard that every thought inside your head would evaporate in fuzzy vapour, the bubbles in your head popping with each moan that would escape your throat.

“You were saying something?” He would ask so wickedly, amused with the dumb look you have plastered on your face and relishing while your fumble within words.

“ I don't think it's important." He would take your hand, kissing the inside of your palm, his sweet words vibrating through your skin.

“ yeah, not important.”

Draco Malfoy

Ofcourse he would be a nonchalant bastard about it, despite the brimming tears at the inside of his eyes.

“ oh, fancy potter now, don't you ? ” he would snarl, accusingly, his voice harsh and contempt choking him.

Draco would do everything wrong, say the wrong things, do even more.

He would start by parading Pancy around, so desperate that he would also accept Miss Greengrass's date invite.

But he would also cry, as soon as the facade will crumble, he would grip the sink till his knuckles went white, face wet and red with tears that wouldn't stop.

Then a word with his mother would do the miracle and the next thing you know would be a very drunk Draco howling and sobbing his undying love for you, refusing to leave and would make everyone listen how much he loves you, and how you belong with him.

“ Draco.” you winced at the grimness left behind after dries tears, softening.

“ Go back to your dorm.”

“ kiss me night and i'll go.” Draco slurred, you were pretty sure you smiled as soon as he said 'fight' instead of night.

“No.”

“ Yes!” He would lean down at you, pouting, and how much you loved this boy, all his tantrums, all his shenanigans. Your pretty, smart and silly boyfriend.

“Okay.” you breathed, pecking his cheek, tasting his tears and how much you hated it.

“ I'll be good...good for you.” he will be, you thought.

Tom Riddle

“ You decided that yourself ? ” Tom would whisper ever so dangerously, pressing closer, you could hear the pitch silence outside the tapestry.

“ It's not... It's not working Tom.” you knew he loved you but he was gone half the time, half the time with books that were too bold and dark, of magic that was malicious beyond your wits.

“ yeah ? ” He would smear his thumb across your face, kneading your cheek and you tried your best to stay quiet but the arousal that lurched inside you, just by his mere touch, sometimes just the way he looked at you, like he was part of your soul.

Tom would smirk, delighted when you moaned for him like that, he wasn't accepting at first how you drived his crazy just by existing. He wouldn't let you go, never ever.

“ I want to bury my soul into you.” His nose mapping your neck, taking your scent.

“ oh.” you trembled when his hands worked their way inside your shirt, cold rings blazing in your warm flesh.

“ But it will take time my darling.” his disappointment flushed when he looked up at you, breathless and hot under him.

“ so for now...” his mouth twitched, Head boy Tom Riddle, sinking to his knees, eyes glinting so bright. Oh how much he wishes to mingle your souls together, how much.

Theodore Nott

He's going to sensible, furrowing hard but listen when you tell him all the reasons how it could'nt work , he's considerate enough to pat your back, soothing you, when you break down in between.

“ If you need time baby, then I'll be patient.” he would say, kissing your forehead.

He wouldn't sit next to you in classes despite his soul wanting to crawl out of his body and embrace you.

Theo only sometimes snuggled next to you in armchair, you couldn't even blame him for it was too cold

He was on his best behaviour ignoring the totally 'accidental' beat ups of guys who were going to ask you or almost did, but in either way they never showed up.

“ I see you aren't dating anyone.” He would make no attempt to get up from your lap, discarding your homework with a swish of his wand.

“ shut up, or i will pour this ink pot on you.” you would bristle like a cat, it was inevitable not to card your fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp, he relaxed into your touch, chuckling.

“ It wasn't me.”

You sighed, looking at the bruised knuckles because your baby wasn't even trying to be subtle. He could have used his wand, phew.

“ c'mon, now can we please date again ? ” He would look up with puppy eyes, sticking out his lower lip to look extra cute. Shit, you shouldn't have told him that.

“ You guys stopped dating ? ” Draco asked, brow raised in question.

“ hey.” His fingers reached to trace your jaw, arching a little as you gaped a soft, ‘Theo’

“ Please, please, please.” He pleaded, his chin raised, as if he could claim your lips just like that.

“ Get yourself a room ! ” Pancy snapped, Theo only sneered while you looked away flushed pink.

“ Theo, stop.” you whined, when he got up, hawling you up in his arms as you wacked him repeatedly.

“ I've been a good boy.” he would mouth, smiling when you would hide your blush in the crook of his neck.

“ The only thing I am interested in breaking with you,” a pause, “ is my bed.”

Blaise Zabini

“ What did I do wrong ? ” that's his first question and you're already guilty.

“ It's just everything is so messy Zab, it's too much for me.”

He couldn't say anything more, the lump in his throat strangling each sound that passed between his cartilage.

“ Blaise...” you whispered when his whole face, that shined brighter than the whole sky withered away.

“ Hey...” you cooed and nudged him lightly and it was enough to break free the sob that grasped his chest, his whole heart. He hiccuped before large tears streamed down his coppery skin, gleaming in the basking glow of midnight.

“ Don't... please..d.. don't ” he sobbed harder, his whole body shaking.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer till your heart were crossed.

“ I am too much Blaise... Like a black hole.” you could never take away his glisten, never.

“ I love you.” he said, wrapping himself around you, closing his eyes as tear escaped and brushed against your clothes, love lorned and love sick.

“ I love you too.” because how could you not say it back ? When he loved you like you were the most precious one to him.

You will try, try your best and let him shine, protect him from your drakness, you have to try your best.

New Mattheo fic - Don't blame me

DRACO MALFOY

“My father will hear about this!”

➩ Series:

↳ coming soon …

➩ One Shots:

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draco dating a hufflepuff girl in the same year as him.

*requested

Draco’s sixth year at Hogwarts comes in a succession of black and blue, the shape of a Mark, a branding, a death sentence, stitched into the capillaries of his arm.

The gossamer ribbon of his lungs slips through his rib cage and swirls around the notches of his esophagus till he’s choking on the silent screams.

Because loving her is a dangerous thing.

A tricky thing.

A deadly thing.

For she’s now a pawn in the Dark Lord’s game, all muddled blood, and impure veins.

He feels like Icarus falling for the sea, can taste the foam in his lungs, on his tongue, shards of salt lacerating the walls of his once beating heart.

And he cannot breathe, cannot swallow, cannot see, no, not as she’s standing behind him more ghost than girl, ankles buried beneath more truths than lies, tears staining the rim of her cathedral-glass eyes.

“Draco,” she whispers, and it sounds like a hymn, a chorus of angels screaming, crashing, burning, falling from heaven, falling for devils. 

He’s never heard something quite so tragic.

“I’m sorry,” he replies, almost laughs at the irony.

The Mark, the blood, the truth, the lies.

He wonders if this is what it feels like to die.

With a girl - the girl - by his side, eyes wide, lips swollen and tinged with a hint of Botticellian pink.

“I’m not leaving.”

“Please, he’ll kill you, he’ll kill us all.”

A strand of hair catches in her lashes as she shakes her head adamantly.

“Like you said, he’ll kill us all. At least I’ll be by your side when I die.”

She twines their fingers together and knots their knuckles in a manner that reminds Draco vaguely of a promise. 

He thinks he wants to hold her hand forever, wants to memorize each slope and curve and jut of her tender, porcelain bones.

Because loving her is like Russian Roulette.

A game, a chance, a dangerous thing.

She folds her arms behind his neck, brings her lips close, close, close till they’re closest.

“I’m not leaving,” she says, again.

Again, again and again.

And yellow never was so beautiful.

Draco dating a Hufflepuff in the same year as him

❝Loving her is like Russian Roulette. 

❝A game, a chance, a dangerous thing.❞

Theodore Nott Headcannons!!

• Definitely has stolen a lipstick of yours to write Slut on the mirror to piss off Pansy. They have a rivalry of some sort, but it means well. It will never go too too far. But far enough to piss one another off for a week or so.

• The amount of times Draco or Blaise-with a drunk Mattheo by their side- has dropped off Theodore at your dorm, black out drunk is to many times to count. He’ll be laughing and giggling with Mattheo while you stare at them with your dorm door wide open.

• Has a staring problem when it comes to you. He just can’t help but stare at you and your features. Bonus points if you have unique features such as your eyes or nose, he won’t be able to take his eyes off of you.

• After one to many shots and laying in your bed, he likes to run his fingers over your features. He’ll move his finger across the the bridge of your nose, tracing your lips, and the whole nine yards. You may not see it during the day, but at night when he is vulnerable around you, he becomes smitten over you.

• When he first saw you in 5th year-you had been going to Hogwarts for literally the same time as him, but he never noticed you till now- he was in a trance with how you looked. He just couldn’t seem to pull his eyes away from you and your captivating face.

• There is something about you that he can’t get enough of. Like their is a hunger in him, and only you can fill that inside of him. He yearns for your love, affection, touch, attention everything. What he would go through just to have your eyes on him and only him.

You guys had met through a class during your fifth year and he just couldn’t stop staring at you. His friends thought he was possessed or something was wrong with him, but he was just stuck in a trance like state staring at you. You were an opposite of him, and that was something he had craved. Something different, a challenge- someone to rough him up and give him a hard time. You were like most, brains and looks yet you had a beauty that was alluring. He just couldn’t seem to get enough of you face and your attitude. If you were something he had to try for, so be it.

Draco Malfoy Headcannons!!

• He has a locket necklace that is hidden somewhere in his dorm room of the confession note that you had given him in 4th year. He never gave you a chance until the near end of 4th year, early 5th year.

• He cried in your arms for days on end after getting the dark mark- he was absolutely sure that you would leave him, yet you didn’t, that was something he never understood.

• A dark heart just needs a little fixing, and that was him. You had soften the heart of Draco Malfoy, giving him a fresh perspective of life, what was going on and what there was to come.

• At first he was so nervous to introduce you to his friend group because he thought that you wouldn’t like them or they would think you weren’t enough for Draco, but you had actually fitted in better with the group than anyone who else had tried to join years before.

• Draco loves to hand you little notes during class to distract you and to watch your smile appear on your face as you read the sweet words he wrote in the note:

‘Hey pretty girl, I just want you to know I was thinking about you this morning when I saw Neville walking past me with some flowers that he was bringing to the greenhouse. I also thought of you when I smelled the coffee that Blaise had poured this morning at breakfast. You should spend the night at my dorm, maybe watch the sunrise with me?- Love, Draco’

• After dating you for a year, he didn’t care what others thought of relationship between him and you. Nobody would expect it, but Draco Malfoy had fallen in love. He had fallen hard in love with You.

• Smells like apple, cinnamon, old books and coffee.

‘All I wanted was for you to love me’- Mattheo Riddle Headcannons!! (Sad & Soft)

• He had known that he wanted to be with you since 3rd year. It has always been that way, and it always will. When he saw you for the first time sitting at the great hall, talking and laughing, he knew he was in love.

• He had a very low self esteem, causing him to bottle up his problems about himself and fall into an episode due to these thoughts he has about himself. He’ll doubt himself every waking moment- finding something wrong with him if you even seem slightly out of place.

• He’s always hates his natural, curly hair. Always wetting it in the morning and throughout the day, but one time when he was sick and wasn’t able to constantly wet his hair, you saw it for the first time and thought it was the cutest thing. Ever since that one day, he has fallen in love with his natural hair.

• He surprisingly likes it when you lightly trace his scars with your nails or fingers. He likes the feeling of your nails gently scratching at his bare back, feeling your fingers go over and touch his scars.

• Mattheo has already made up his mind, once he graduates, he is running away with you to start a new life, a new chapter. He wants to start a family with you, give you his last name, call you His, and you call him Yours.

• He’ll never say it out loud but, when he sometimes wakes up before you do, he likes to look at you and just realize how lucky he is. He is thankful that he has you- and he’ll remind you that every single day.

• His hugs are some of the greatest things out there. He likes to give full body, strong, long and warm hugs. There isn’t a small, quick hug when it comes to you. He’ll hold you and hold you, he never pulls away first. Not even after an argument.

A knock is what woke him up from his light slumber. Without you by his side during the night, he couldn’t sleep well, he would wake up every few minutes. All he could do was toss and turn before falling asleep again, but once he saw you standing at his dorm door with your eyes slightly pink from all the crying that you did, your lashes wet from your tears, and your cheeks and nose tinted pink, he knew everything was gonna be alright. You had ran into his arms, clinging onto him- clutching your hands to his shirt, holding onto it as if he would disappear if you didn’t. He just held onto you, wrapping one arm around the back of your neck, bringing your body closer, and using his other hand to rake his fingers though your hair. You knew you were gonna be just fine.

• Smells like oak wood and vanilla- if you really smell him closely, you can smell the cigarette brand that he smokes on his hoodie.

‘Is that what you want?’- Theodore Nott Headcannons!!

• Surprisingly he likes the band Deftones. While on break for a holiday at Hogwarts, he decided he wanted to visit the muggle world to make him forget about his problems and have fun going to parties. Well at one of them, he heard the song Mascara and actually liked it.

• He touches his nose or his neck a lot whenever he is nervous or uncomfortable- so watch out for that!

• Gets tired really easily, so you’ll be in class with him and look over to see him passed out, back in pain from how he is practically laying across the table. You can’t help but giggle at how confused he gets when the teacher calls on him.

• He loves the feeling of your nails in his hair, it brings back some kind of comfort to him. He doesn’t know where it is from, but he just likes the feeling of it.

• Listens to The Smiths because of Mattheo and his obsession with them. It’s hard to say his favorite song cause he can’t seem to pick one.

A little thought of him;

“You know, you’re a lot nicer like this…” he mumbled into your hair as you hide your face into his neck. He is able to smell the scent of the shampoo that you use- it makes him feel at home. “I know you are asleep, and that’s alright, but I want you to know how much I love you. I love you more than anything.” He whispers, placing a kiss on the crown of your head before closing his eyes and breathing in your scent. He knows that this is what he wants. You.

‘Aren’t we just terrified?’- Tom Marvolo Riddle Headcannons!!

• In full trust, he thinks that love is non existent and isn’t a true feeling. Just something that muggles had made up and has somehow fallen into the hands of the wizarding world.

• If he was a song, one of the songs that he’d be is Rosyln by Bon Iver & St. Vincent. But instead at being at its normal pace, it would definitely be the slower version of the song. Add rain, and you’ve got yourself Tom Riddle.

• Not even joking, it took years and I mean YEARS to make Tom fall for you in the slightest way. Now don’t be fooled though, just because you guys are together doesn’t mean you get treated any differently. Sorry.

• He has actual diaries that he will write in and will keep them locked up for years. He has them locked up and hidden so well, you’d have to demolish Hogwarts just to find them, or solve an extremely hard task to find them.

• Surprisingly he smells like the way the air smells after it rains, morning dew, coffee, old books and a cologne of a clean scent.

• Again with the rain stuff, he is the rain. He smells like it, his emotions match up perfectly and everything. He likes the rain as well. He likes to listen to it while studying, reading or writing.

‘And I keep falling in this darkness’- Blaise Zabini Headcannons!!

• I’ll say this right here, right now, Blaise knows his worth- and that is a fact. He doesn’t play around with his feelings and how he is treated. If he is treated off or is disrespected, he’ll drop the person who is the culprit of it.

• Blaise leads in the relationship. He plans the dates, he leaves the letters or notes telling you one what to wear or where you are going. He’ll buy you things, such a books that you need for class, or for a special day- such as a 1 year anniversary or birthday- things like that.

• Blaise is a little new to the whole love game, as when he grew up he never had something to base love off of. Or it was never long enough to set an example or an expectation.

• Very fond of dancing, specifically slow dancing with you in the common room late at night as it is just you two and the sound of the crackling fire as you two danced away and how he would spin you around before grabbing you and dipping you than bringing you to your feet again.

• He’s a smart guy and enjoys spending time with you, even if it means just sitting in a library, studying together in silence. He loves all of it.

• You had asked out Blaise I’m your 6th year, he had small feelings for you, not a huge feeling for up you but slowly yet surely he fell in love with you.

• Smell expensive, some rich cologne with the addition of coffee and clean laundry.

All right, hear me out, hear me out. What if- dancing in the ballroom with Lorenzo after the Yull ball is over, yet the music is still playing. Specifically the song Waltz of The Flowers is playing in the ballroom as you two dance around, moving in such a swift motion it looks enchanting. Him spinning you around and placing you back down on your feet, your hands on his shoulders, laughing and giggling while spending this night with him.

“Giving you all my love, all my love.”- Lorenzo Berkshire Headcannons!!

• He was someone else. Different from his friends, different from the stereotypes, different from his family. A warm hearted boy who caught your heart. Bringing a sweet or lolly to a friend just to see that small smile or a little head nod with a very soft ‘thank you, Lorenzo.’

• He tries in his classes, but never can do well. He tries and tries, the best he’ll get is a C. But he is doing his best, and with you around and his friends, he strives to work harder.

• He falls into his friends. The soft, loving boy you met had slowly washed away, turning into a boy who had forgotten about you, went out of his way to keep tally’s on girls he was with, skipping, failing, getting into drugs and alcohol, going to parties and all.

• He wanted to go back, he truly did. But this was his his life now. Some of his habits he stopped, drinking and going to parties. He had found you, wanting to talk and make up.

• He had believed in the myth of meeting someone again for the second time. This was his second time, and he can’t lose you even if it kills him.

• It had taken awhile for you to trust him and for things to go back to normal, but it all fell in place as time went on. You guys got back together, force Lorenzo to go to class, study and try again. He stooped, for you.

• Now that he had you back again, he cannot lose you again.

‘Think it took it too far, when I sold you my heart.’- Draco Malfoy @riu-riu

“Wait, what?” Their question was so random from the conversation you were just having, it caught you off guard. “Draco. Do you like him?” Your friend had asked again, this time peering up from their plate for a few moments before looking back down and stabbing a piece of food before taking a bite.

You had paused, calculating their question and how to respond. It was true, you had. But nobody had known, love wasn’t a topic that had been commonly discussed. Well, not until the ball’s, the dances and the holidays had been coming up. Picking up your glass, taking a sip and setting it down, you had answered.

“I think he is a good person. Quite charming but has flaws.” You say, poking something on your plate with your fork, but never bringing it to your lips. “I have a few classes with him, and he’s really smart.” You trail off, never noticing the small smile that was plastered on your face. “Sometimes him and his friends will risk their futures in this school to make the class laugh! Or how he’ll score a goal in quidditch like nothing!” You had went on and on, talking only about his charming qualities, never his flaws.

Your friends had made eye contact with each other, smiling ear to ear. “Huh. You’ve got a crush on Malfoy.” Your brunette friend had spoken, seemingly in a mocking tone. She had giggled, though you had only seen it as a gesture of excitement. You were wrong.

That giggle wasn’t out of excitement, but out of power. Your little confession had been passed around Hogwarts like wild fire. Every house, year, teacher, anything you could’ve thought of had known. Even worse, Draco. He had went from never looking in your direction or acknowledging you to dirty glares across the class room or great hall.

His eyes would piece through you, as if you had placed a spell on him and had cursed his family for years. His friends would do the same. Glares, mocking, laughing, pointing, teasing.

A few weeks had passed and the joking and mocking had went down. Finally your life went back to normal, or you thought. The sound of glass clinking loudly and boys and girls cheering is what caught your attention. Draco, standing on a clear spot on the table, looking as if he was preparing a speech. You friends had laughed and looked at you, smiling. They might have known your crush on Draco, but not what was planned.

“Excuse me for a moment. As many of you have heard about the certain someone who had taken a liking to me, I’d like to say a few things.” He says, looking at you and your friend group. “Me and this girl are not dating and as a matter of fact, I would never date this girl. She is ugly, disgusting, stupid and frankly nothing any guy would look for in a woman.”

He finishes off with his last statement. “And if one ever catches me with a women like her, you have my full permission to slap everything and anything out of me.” He was done, stepping down as everyone had laughed and clapped, cheering on his name as they clapped and slammed on the tables like a ritual.

Frozen you were, still as a statue. Your friends had stared with blank expressions, their faces going one shade lighter after his speech. There was nothing you could feel. Embarrassment, sadness, anger, shame, guilt. Nothing, it was a open, white canvas.

‘Better luck next time.’- Adrian Pucey Headcannons!! @riu-riu

• He really likes brunettes or dirty blondes for some reason. Maybe cause their hair color is close to his, maybe?

• He is a early bird. Whenever the Gryffindor quidditch team isn’t practicing, he’s on the field early in the morning, just staring out at the cloudy sky as the clouds get darker and darker.

• He hates cheaters. In any type of way- school, games, relationships. Anything, he feels like things need to be earned, not cheated to get.

• Most likely loves warm scents such as cinnamon rolls and caramel or fruity scents like strawberry and peach.

• He likes to cuddle- you just can’t tell. He likes the be the big spoon or having his arms wrapped around you in a protective way. He loves you and needs to make sure you’re safe with him.

• Adores the smell of cashmere during the winter season. Walking into your dorm just to get a scent of a cashmere candle you have lit, he’ll be in there for hours.

• If your bed have those fluffy, white ruffled blankets with fluff pillows and many other pillows, he is set. He comes back from practice, showers in his dorm before packing his little over night bag (school supplies and his uniform) and heads down to your dorm to sleep in your bed.

Mattheo Riddle had thought of you in many different ways. How you were one of his best friends. That you would always be by his side. What you looked like in green. What you would look like in his tie as i makes you look at yourself in the mirror as tears filled your eyes. How you would always take note for him when he skipped of fell asleep in class. What you would be like if you were his girlfriend.

Theodore just adores pulling you in by your neck or tie to give kisses. Walking away to go to class and here he is grabbing you by the back of your neck to give you a kiss till you can’t breathe only for him to let go and kiss the top of your head before walking off as if he didn’t do a single thing to you. He is sinful and he knows it.

Professor!Tom Riddle would 100% fuck you on his desk for multiple reasons. You did well on a test of his? A reward for trying so hard! You’re doing poorly in his class, he’s making you count how many times he had edged you within the past hour. Had to deal with a disrespectful student or parent? He’ll bend you over his desk as he digs your hips into the wood.