cindyss

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love you n your themeee

waitttttt i love you!!!

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Hiii i was wondering if I could ask around how old you are? I want to interact with your stuff but I don’t want to interact with your smut if youre a minor, hope that makes sense 💖

ooo girl i am not a minor, early 20s (ish), but genuinely what is so wrong with minors like honestly? I don’t want to come off as rude but we know some people write and experience stuff like that, +they can easily fake their age so why the grudge? I genuinely want to understand if I’m in the wrong x

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tease him just enough

mattheo riddle x female reader

@aur0ral1ghts ask and I shall deliver

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Mattheo, your brother’s enemy, was sprawled out on your bed while you hovered over him.

He was shirtless, giving you a perfect view of his abs and the lines that were drawn on them, leading to his V line.

His body was perfectly sculpted in a way you couldn’t explain; every inch of him was excellently symmetrical, and it was hard to wrap your mind around how someone was so perfect.

He and your brother, unfortunately, didn’t establish the best relationship over the years, so your brother expects you to stay away from the boy at all times, as you are his younger and only sister.

But when you were with Mattheo, you didn’t think about any of that.

Over the last few months, you had become closer because of your Defense Against Dark Arts class, which eventually led to your interest in each other.

With that, the Slytherin boy changed his ways, not talking or getting involved with any other women, which surprised many students, including his friends.

However, you both decided to keep the truth from everyone for now, and he would just say he wanted to become a better, more decent human.

Anyway, your family was out of town for some business trip and they wouldn’t come home until tomorrow, so you took the perfect chance to invite the guy over.

He came when you called, and in only a few minutes, you were in this position.

You kissed down his abs line until you reached his belt, which was, alongside his pants, the only thing stopping you from reaching his cock.

You raised your head and slowly unbuckled his belt, placing it next to you on the bed.

Then, you raised your head to kiss him as your tongues fought for power, crawling closer for better reach, and Mattheo started thrusting up into you, clothed, with his hands on either side of his body, helping him push up.

You were not the biggest fan of this idea as you enjoyed the dominance and control you so often had, so you grabbed the belt from beside you while he trailed kisses down your neck, and grabbed his hands.

He noticed your movements, so he averted his gaze to look at you, and watched you with loving eyes as you tied his hands above his head to the bed frame, no complaints or anything whatsoever.

Then, you get up, stand on the floor next to him, and begin removing your own clothes, your shirt, skirt, followed by your bra and panties, and his mouth instantly waters at the sight.

Your nipples, hard and pink, you pussy soaked and waiting for him. He begins pulling at the restraints, wanting, no needing to touch you, and realizing this was a bad idea and he shouldn’t have let you tie him up.

You, of course, were not going to give him the satisfaction he wanted.

Instead, you sit back on his lap as he struggles to thrust upward, and begin leaving kisses anywhere you could, starting from his throat, that goddamn Adam’s apple that you loved so much, then his collarbones, his ab lines, to finally his lower stomach.

You stop, looking up to find him staring at you in both awe and desperation, and you signal for him to raise his hips so that you can get rid of his pants.

When he does, you discard them in one swift motion, then his boxers to reveal his long and very hard shaft that slaps against his skin.

You spit in your hands and rub them together before you begin stroking his cock, slowly at first. You run your fingers smoothly up and down, squeezing every now and then.

Afterwards, you quicken your pace, and he throws his head bag, groaning in pain and pleasure.

You being turned on by the mere sight of him, begin rubbing your cunt on his thighs, quickening your pace as you felt your orgasm near.

Eventually, you somehow feel your orgasm even closer, and without having any control, you squirt and come all over his legs.

And the bedsheets.

His hands tugging at the belt, signaling he himself is close, he whimpers, “Holy fuck, you’re so hot. I’m so close. Please baby, I'm so close, I need this,” he whines like a little baby.

But you don't give it to him, you remove your hands and replace them with your mouth, and in one swift move, you take all of his dick until you reach his balls and immedietly start bobbing your head up and down.

His breath hitches, becomes louder as he struggles. Deciding to push him a little further, you use your soft fingers to massage his balls, which makes him moan.

When you feel his pre-cum, however, you pull away.

“Baby, please, you’re killing me. I’ve had a very bad day, let me feel you.”

“Matty, I’m trying to make you feel better, just relax, I’ve got you.”

After that, you crawl back so that you’re sitting on the end of the bed, and you spread your legs.

Your right hand traces its way down to your cunt as your left one finds your nipple, and with rythm, you begin pleasing your nipples while teasing your cunt with your pointer finger.

You watch as Mattheo looks at you, eyes almost watery because you deny his orgasm, and then you insert two fingers into your slick wet cunt.

He bites his lip as he sobs, begging to touch you.

However, to push him even further, you insert a third finger until you’re stuffed and remove your hand from your breasts and rest it on the bed to support you.

Then you begin riding your fingers, practically bouncing, chasing your high.

“Oh Matty,” you moan, which sends him spiraling, and a tear runs down his cheek.

“Fuck baby, you don’t know what you do to me,” he says.

You somehow add a fourth finger, which sends you immediately over the edge, and your orgasm comes crashing down on you as you slow your movements.

You let out a big huff, raise your orgasm-coated fingers to taste, and you moan in pleasure, closing your eyes.

You then crawl to the boy facing you and order him to stick his tongue out, and when he complies, you shove your fingers inside his mouth for him to suck like a child.

You then begin kissing his neck as he thrusts upward, and deciding not to fight any further, you sink so that you take him all in one go.

Not needing any time to adjust, you begin lowering and raising your body in a frantic movement, the bed shaking violently as you give yourself no break, the room a mess of moans and whimpers.

As you use your other hand to steady yourself, Mattheo reaches that spot that feels way too well for you, hitting it over and over again, you start shaking.

“Oh, Matt, fuck me!” 

“Fuck baby, that’s right, say me name.”

Suddenly, as you’re lost in the sensation and pleasure of the boy pleasing you, the weak wooden bed of yours breaks, and you become slightly lopsided, now granting you a better position as he hits even deeper, and you lose yourself.

Your moves become frantic as tears and sweat spill down your face, leaving bite barks on his neck as he sucks the living fuck out of your fingers.

And in a few seconds, your third orgasm hits you at the same time Mattheo shoots spirals of warm cum inside you.

When you finally catch your breath, you realize what happened.

“Oh shit, my brother’s going to kill me,” you speak.

“Don’t worry, darling, nothing a bit of magic can’t fix.”

You stay like that for a few seconds, his cock still burried deep inside you when unexpectedly, you hear the front door open from downstairs, and the familiar voice of your brother,

“Y/n, we’re home early.”

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omg, honestly? he seems so nonchalant about everything? Like you paid for it, girl, go get your money!! And he and Cait do look happy, but if he's not going to do the Cameo right, then don't do it at all!

Honestly, what is up with all this Benjamin Wadsworth drama? So many people are saying he's become so rude, especially after Cait, and he's being really dry in his cameos and only ever talking about her. Can someone please catch me up with what's going on?

[cindyss]

Honestly, what is up with all this Benjamin Wadsworth drama? So many people are saying he's become so rude, especially after Cait, and he's being really dry in his cameos and only ever talking about her. Can someone please catch me up with what's going on?

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my beautiful liar

chapter 4; after you inform Riddle about your choice, he helps you clean up the mess you had created, then you go back to his dorm to discuss the fake dating matter and eventually come to an agreement.

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“I decided to agree to the fake dating thing, now I need you to help me clean up a mess,” you said.

Your sudden decision took him aback, but he didn’t let you comment. “And what if I said no?” he stepped closer. 

“Then I’ll kill you,” you snarled at him without hesitation. 

He raised his eyebrows at you and chuckled, “What gives you so much confidence you can even get close to me?” another step. 

“You don’t know anything about me, Riddle,” you barked at him. “Now, either accept my so generous offer or get squashed into fucking mashed potatoes.” Could you do what you said? Maybe not, but he didn’t need to know that.

“You know, i never really understood the hype about mashed potatoes, the texture is awful and the taste, ugh god,” he fake gagged, “I can’t fucking bear it.”

What the fuck was he talking about? “Riddle!” you hissed at him. “There is no time.” This time, you stepped closer. “I need you to agree to this and explain the prophecy more to me.” 

He came a bit closer so that your chests touched, “You think I fucking like this? No, I don’t! So stop fucking acting like I have a choice, because I dont. You wholeheartedly believe I enjoy being called the dark lord’s unwanted child, and loathed by the whole school? I dont, it sucks. But you have no clue, do you? Because you’re this perfect orphan who someone cares about everyone around her and only wants what’s best for them while still fucking taking things slolwy at her own pace. Just because your mommy and daddy are dead, you get treated like this fucking princess and-”

You slap him, then you push him away so that he is at least 5 feet away from you.

“I have no time for this, it’s a simple yes or no goddammit!” you spoke, or you may have shouted.

“Fucking fine, god you’re intoleralbe,” he sneered at you. “But what made you come to this decision anyway?” he raised his eyebrows at you, no longer being able to mask the anger and confusion.

You raised your pants a bit to reveal to him your wound, and his jaw fell open. Though, he quickly retrieved and spoke, “What the fuck! What happened?”

“Aragog happened. You were right, I was on the astronomy tower, and the creature crawled up to me. So I killed it.” You hated admitting he was correct, but you had no choice.

“Of course I was right,” he scoffed. “And you fucking deserved that.” he chuckled. You glared at him, thinking about charging, but you changed your mind as he kept speaking. “Anyway, I don’t believe you killed it. What if this is a trap?” 

“I killed it, I told you you underestimate me, maybe I should just kill you myself so we could give this prophecy a rest, huh?”

He scowled at you, then he said, “Fine then, let’s go see it.” 

“Aren’t you going to ask me if I need help with my wound you asshole?” he seriously was a massive dickhead.

“Look, I really don’t give a fuck, you know how much willpower it’s taking me right now to not absolutely fucking kill you? You’re so goddamn annoying and i hope you realize that someday.” 

Ouch, that fucking hurt. But of course, you would never admit that to him. Were you really that triggering? No one had ever said that to you, your friends never gave signs of finding you annoying, and Dean always seemed to enjoy listening to you.

Your teachers adored you, your classmates supported you, but why were Slytherins so mean?

You felt tears coming in, but you fought to keep them away. Instead, you rolled your eyes at him as you stepped out of the room, him following you.

As you passed next to all the fellow Slytherins singing and swinging around, you got glares from everyone as you walked with Riddle behind you.

You paid them no attention as you made your way to the door and left.

Why was everyone so obsessed with him anyway? Was it because he was the dark lord’s son, or was it because he was so handsome?

That you didn’t know, but what you knew for sure is that by the next day, word would spread that you were seen with Riddle, not only in Slytherin’s common room, but his room too.

Were you, the golden child, princess of your friend group, and leader of your class, not so pure after all?

“So where are we going again?” he questioned, still seeming not to believe your story.

“The astronomy tower, and I’d rather you don’t speak to me,” you said angrily, because what he said earlier had stung.

And you walked a little faster.

“If you’re going to be so arrogant why don’t you clean up that shit alone huh? You claim to kill it, for sure, you can clean it.” 

“No, I can’t!” you raged.

“Why?” he was trying to get on your nerves.

You spun to face him as he was now behind you, and you both stopped in your tracks. “Because I’m allergic to its blood!” you were fuming now, he was insufferable.

“Is that why your face is so red?” he wanted to laugh, but instead he just masked it with a smirk.

You didn’t answer him after that. You just turned around and kept walking.

As you finally made your way to the astronomy tower, stopping when you got to the scene, Riddle had to take a step back at the sight.

The spider was dead, right in front of you. It’s blood smeared on the walls, the floor, the railings. Aragog was swimming in its pool of blood right there, and you had to clean it.

“Holy shit, you couldn’t have done all of this,” he said surprised. 

“Well, I did, and absolutely no one helped, so are we going to get to work or what?”

You turned to look at him, but he charged at you, with his hands wrapped around your throat, he held you up against the wall, his leg shoved between yours. 

“Do not fucking lie to me bitch, I knew this was a trap, who’s helping you? What’s the plan here, because I’ve caught you. And, in case you’re wondering, I will not hesitate to murder you right here next to this monster.” his breath was hot and near your face.

As his fingers squeezed harder on your neck, making you feel dizzy, your brain foggy, and signaled for you to speak. Then, when you realized what was happening, you kicked him in his lower abdomen. And before he could recover, you punched him in the face. 

He threw his head back, groaning in pain as blood trickled down his nose.

“You judge too quickly, and you’ve clearly misjudged me. I showed you what I’ve done, and you still have the nerve to attack me?” you scoffed at him.

Why was it so hard to believe you could do something like this? People were so quick to judge and underestimate.

“How? You were so quiet last year, and all the years before. How did you transform what the fuck.” you could see the visibile confusion and irritation on his face as he glared at you.

“You are so goddamn stupid, I didn’t transform! I simply hid it from you, from your friends, my friends.” Was he serious? Transform? Who even says that?

“But why? Why do you put on this weird persona of being the quiet angel who only cares about her grades and friends? I mean, do you even know how many people would fear you if they knew you could throw a punch like that?” his gaze lingered on you, waiting for an answer, which you did not fail to deliver.

“That’s the difference between you and me. You want to be scary, and I want to be respected. And I can do more than just throw a punch.” You were not going to skip over his insult just like that, you had to prove your point.

“But why did you suddenly decide to start speaking, huh?” Oh, god. You were going to murder him.

“Fuck you, I told you to stop saying that!” Why does no one ever realize how offensive it is to say that? Or are they aware and just choose to do it to spite everyone?

“What the fuck do you want me to say?” he now grew more irritated, which you didn’t know was possible. He was still holding his hand to his bloody nose.

Deciding to be the bigger, more mature person, you spoke calmly in hopes of getting both of you to pipe down, “It is none of your business, okay, Riddle? Now help me clean this up, alright?”

For a second, you see him hesitate to bug you even further, but as you are both tired of the night, he decides to let go and just help with the situation. He wipes his nose with his sleeve, looks around at the scene, then speaks, “Okay, well, I’ll take care of the spider, you find us a mop or something. And a hammer, for the railing, you know.” 

You nod at him and go inside to try to find something to clean up. You sneak to the nearest bathroom and find absolutely nothing. You also search a few other rooms for anything, yet you see nothing. You go back to find Riddle, who has already taken care of the spider, apparently. 

“How did you do that?” you ask him, confused.

“Magic, wise girl,” he mocked you as you rolled your eyes at him. Then, he said, “Where’s the mop?”

“I couldn’t find any.” 

“Well, we’ll just have to use more magic!”

With that, you end up cleaning the scene in silence, and Riddle only speaks to tell you how he somehow resurrected Aragog well and alive in the forest so that no one would notice what happened.

Being the dark lord's son really did have its advantages.

After long, exhausting hours of restless cleaning, you finally finished, and it was around 4 in the morning.

“Well, that was quick,” he mocked. He thought he was so funny. Then he continued, “Well, let’s go back to my room so we can talk about the fake dating plan.”

“Now?! Are you crazy?” Your jaw dropped in both astonishment and annoyance. 

“No, but we have a perfect scene, we were seen together, it would only make sense.” 

You thought about it for a while before concluding that it was, in fact, the most reasonable thing to do. But you were not going to let him push his ego any further, so, “If you insist, but I’m coming up with the plan!”

“Like fuck you are!” he hissed at you, his eyes now barely open.

“Well, then, thanks for the help, but this is not happening,” you sneered at him.

“You are so goddamn stubborn do you know that?” he was growing irritated once more.

“You want another punch to the penis Riddle?” you spoke triumphantly.

“You don’t scare me!” he came closer, his eyes narrowing at you. He was right, you, in fact, do not scare him. Instead, he terrifies you. You knew that no matter how much training, he would still be ahead of you. 

“We are going to my room, to talk about our plan, got it?” he spoke in a firm tone.

You huffed and just nodded, surrendering. 

You made your way back to his dorm to find students sprawled out on the couch, some with their clothes barely still on, some who don’t even belong in the Slytherin house.

You even spotted Blaise lying on the floor next to the chimney with a girl cuddled in between his arms.

As you made your way up the stairs, you found Theodore’s door open, and he was lying on his bed with two girls on each side of him, both naked, gross.

Then, when you got to the familiar room of Riddle, he made you sit down on his bed, and while he sat down on some leather couch you hadn’t noticed before, which was a few feet away from his bed. 

“First of all, we need to find a way to explain our sudden interest in each other,” he said.

“Well, any ideas?” you spoke.

“We could say you were so obsessed with me growing up and stuff like that, and I just gave in because I felt bad, you know, like the gentleman I am,” he talked with confidence like he believed it would work. You stare at him with a blank expression, and he can’t help but chuckle, apparently, because he just bursts out laughing. 

“What the fuck are you laughing at, Riddle?” 

“Have you seen your face? You look fucking ridicoulous!” he says while continuing to chuckle. You fight the urge to punch him but you hold back and instead speak, “Be serious you asshole, you sound absurd. Me? Obsessed with you? Seriously?” 

Then, he steadies himself, “So what’s the plan, Athena? You can think of something better?” 

“Yes, I can, actually. What we will say is you’ve always been fascinated with me, obviously. And some secret thing happened, like, you saved me from some monster while we were both by the lake, yes, that sounds valid. Anyway, that would be so I don’t bruise your ego, and I realized that you, in fact, were totally smitten with me. So, at first, I rejected you, that’s why you were sitting with some girl.”

Riddle then quirked his eyebrows at you, “You noticed?” he says, and you completely ignore his comment and continue speaking,

“And then I came to my senses and realized how perfect you are bla bla bla. And we’ll say that the whole ‘we hate each other thing’ was to mask our interest.” You stare at him, waiting for a response or possible reaction. 

“Well, it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever heard. We’ll go with it, I guess.”

“Good,” you nod at him. “Now, I have rules.”

“So do I,” he says.

“Go ahead.” 

“First, I want to tell my friends.” 

“Absolutely not!” 

Just when you thought you could go for longer than 10 minutes without fighting, it happens.

“I trust them, and if we’re going to do this, you need to trust me. They can be so much help to all of this, their knowing is better than their not knowing. Plus, you can tell your friends too.”

You thought about it, you couldn’t tell your friends, you didn’t want to. First of all, they weren't half as understanding as anyone else. Second, you were sort of drifting away from them recently, but you wouldn’t tell him that. And with that, you were also mad at them right now. So for now, they had to believe it was real.

“No, I don’t want to tell my friends, but fine, you can tell yours. What else?” 

“We have to make it believable, so whenever we can, we need to be seen together. In the dining hall, classes, and the hallways. And also, as disgusting as it sounds, I need you to hug me and give me kisses occasionally.” 

Your eyebrows raise in shock, “What?! Why is kissing and hugging necessary?” Why did he need to make it more complicated than it already is?

“I don’t mean to be a flex,” he said with a smirk, “but don’t you see me around girls? I think it explains itself, you said it, we need to make it believable.” 

“I’ll think about it,” you scoffed, “now, for my rules. First of all, you need to give me privacy, I need my alone time, and space to think and study. Also, I need you to respect me and defend me at all times. After all, if I’m your girlfriend, and we’re trying to make it believable, that’s what you have to do.”

Surprisingly, he was listening with no interruptions. “Oh, and also, I am not going to be some slut toy you play around with. You are not allowed to speak to other girls or anything like that, because as I said, I’d really like to be respected.” 

"You sound jealous," he says with a smirk.

You chuck a pillow at him without saying anything, and he dodges it. You could've thrown the dagger in your pants at him; it would've been way more satisfying to watch the blood roll out of his throat, but he didn't need to know you have that yet.

“Okay, alright, I can do that.” Wow, he really did not mind any of what you just said, maybe this was going to be fine. 

“Now get the fuck out of my room, I need to sleep,” there it is. “I’ll meet you at the dining hall in a few hours for breakfast.” 

You stand up and head toward the door, but before you can leave, he interrupts you.

"Oh, and I hope your leg gets worse," he sneers at you.

You ignore him as you sneak out of the Slytherin common room and head to your own. 

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@aur0ral1ghts @collectionof-cells @lovemiss-vale

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Hi! I don't know if you're still taking asks, but could you please do one where the reader is really sick and Lorenzo Berkshire is trying to take care of her, but ends up sick as well?

you're my medicine

lorenzo berkshire x female reader

omg the absolute most beautiful idea ever!

+ I actually love when I get requests, it makes me come out of my comfort zone and write things you guys want to read and enjoy, and that's really all that matters 💕

700 words

You had been sick for the past few days. You had caught a virus that caused your head to hurt and your stomach to ache. You skipped three days of classes and didn’t visit the dining hall once that week.

In addition, you had also locked everyone out of your room in fear of them catching your disease, including your boyfriend, Lorenzo. You only allowed Astoria to come in occasionally to bring you your meals.

It was Thursday, and you were curled up in bed, hugging a pillow to your chest, wrapped in what felt like a thousand blankets, yet they were not enough to warm you up.

It was around noon, 5 o'clock to be exact, the sun was setting, and the wind was softly blowing outside.

Suddenly, you heard the door lock being fumbled with, and before you could get up, Lorenzo was now standing in front of you, with a coin, a flower, and a box of your favorite chocolates.

You raised your head slightly to peek at him, your eyes barely open. “Oh shit, I thought you’d be asleep, I just wanted to drop these off and give you a kiss,” he said, holding out the flower and chocolates.

“Oh, baby, thank you,” you spoke lazily, your voice barely above a whisper, your throat hurting from speaking. You tried your best to act mad at him, but you knew he wouldn't believe it.

He placed the box of sweets on your desk and came closer to you. Immediately, you stuck your foot out, keeping him from coming near you.

He gently grabbed your foot, massaging it and soothing it until it came back down and out of his way, then he sat next to you, looking down at you.

“Baby, please, let me take care of you,” he said.

“No,” you whined, your eyes slightly open, “baby, no, please. I don’t want to be the reason you catch a virus and feel sick,” you said.

“You could never make me sick, darling, let me lie next to you,” he gently spoke to you.

God, the way he was always so careful with you, but now that you're sick, he is exceptionally slow and mindful.

“Look, I got you this flower, I know it’s your favorite, but I didn't want to pick out too many so the bush wouldn't look ugly.”

God, were you on your deathbed, or just hopelessly in love with this man?

You tried your best to manage the greatest, most genuine smile you could offer and extended your arms out to him.

Almost immediately, he landed in your arms and tightly hugged you like he needed this, and fuck you did too.

“I missed you so much,” he pleaded. He then raised his legs to lie next to you and snuggled next to you.

He took you in his arms, hugging you tightly as he tilted your head up with his fingertips to kiss you.

His lips landed on yours and lingered there for a second before you pulled away,

“Enzo, please no, you’re torturing me,” you begged.

“No, honey, you're torturing me, you know how awful it has been sitting in Snape’s bloody class without you? Or next to the other boys at lunch time, God, it’s terrible.”

“But I’m going to get you sick,” you said gently, your voice remaining very low.

“That’s the least of my worries,” he said, placing soft kisses on your neck, his arm now under your head, playing with your hair. 

Later…

It was now Sunday, and you were fully recovered.

You ran up the stairs to the common room.

Then you climbed even more flights of stairs to get to your boyfriend's room, you opened his bedroom door to find him wrapped under the blankets in his bed, not moving, if you didn't know any better, you’d think he's dead.

“Enzo, baby, I got you some tea to drink,” you said.

“I hate ginger tea, please, I can’t drink that nasty stuff anymore,” he protested.

“You know you need to drink this with medicine to feel well, though, or else how will you recover?”

“You, you’ll help me. You’re my medicine, I just need you.”

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my beautiful liar

chapter 3; after your refusal of Riddle's offer of dating after explaining the prophecy, the occurrence of an incident, possibly one including a huge hairy spider, you are left with no other option but to..

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“Let’s cut to the chase, you need to be my fake girlfriend,” said Riddle. 

Shock and disgust took over your body. Was he serious?

“Of course you do,” you mocked him, expecting him to bark an insult in return, but to your surprise, his facial expression remained the same, indicating that he was being serious. 

“You’re not kidding, are you?” you continued. Oh, shit.

“No,” he said, his voice remaining firm.

“Well, in case you didn’t know, hell no,” you replied. There is no chance he thought you would say yes. “First of all, you falsely blame Dean for something he didn’t do, then I catch your friends tormenting some young girl, then I get knocked out and suddenly I’m in my bed, now you break into the common room, when you’re supposed to be taking your bloody exam, your friends try to use magic on me to make me forget, and now you want me to be your fake girlfriend? I know what this is, Riddle, a deathwish!” 

“Since when does she speak so much?” questioned Zabini, his face full of surprise and astonishment. 

The rest just scoffed as Riddle gathered his words. 

Then, Lorenzo spoke. “You might want to sit down for this.” 

You gave him a dirty look before returning your gaze to Riddle. Sit down? Why did he think you’d want to sit down for something like this?

“Okay, so I’m going to explain this from the top. The girl you saw yesterday, Ivory Scott, a 3rd year, was being possessed by my father. I don’t know how he got to her, but fuck did she fight, what you saw, was her resisting, he was trying to get inside her head, and she tried so hard but she died, and she didn’t let him in.” 

“Dude, you’re telling her too much,” Draco hissed at him. 

“I don’t care, I’ll just kill her myself to end this stupid fucking misery.”

“What the fuck!” you hissed at him. 

“She cusses now? Is that like a new achievement unlocked?” This, from Nott.

His comment was met with silence as everyone was far too serious and concentrated to add to the joke. 

“Anyway, when you touched her, great move by the way, he kind of felt you. And now, he’s aware of you, and who you are, he’ll come after you.” Riddle continued.

“He holds that big of a grudge against my dad?” 

“Yes, and well..”

“So why wait now to kill me?”

“Will you let me finish!”

You rolled your eyes at him, trying to mask your terror, though it was obvious and mostly reasonable. 

“‘When the daughter of the lost flame and the son of the shadowed crown unite under false love, fate will twist, and the tide of the darkness shall break-or rise again.’ So when he kind of touched you, he was somehow able to reveal this hidden family prophecy thing and-”

“Wait, so the lost flame is my dad, and..”

“The shadowed crown is mine. Your dad, the lost flame, is a man who once defied dark magic and was and is still known for his fiery legacy. The shadowed crown is my dad, who lurks in the darkness, a leader. Your father stood against everything my father believed in. And that prophecy doesn’t just talk about me protecting you, it talks about you changing everything. Your life is somehow connected to stopping or unleashing something huge, which we’re not sure of until now.” 

It took a few seconds, maybe even minutes, to register and take everything in before speaking, “No, no. I will not be part of this stupid bullshit legacy prophecy thing you have in your family!”

“Your life is in fucking danger! My father thought it was best to kill you,” he screamed at you.

“And since when do you care! What does this do for you? How do you benefit from this?!” 

“First of all, we fake dating can trick the prophecy, and by doing that, we shall draw out the real threat. Second, I could get closer to your friends because I believe working together would help us more than working against each other. I want to take down my father. You think I’m happy with everything he does? You think I agree with all his thoughts? Fuck no. But he’s my father, and I his son.” 

“I can fight my fights alone. So let them come at me, I will be ready to defend and destroy every single thing that tries to touch me. Being an orphan has its benefits,” you were now screaming back.

Then, you walked out, determined with your decision, half satisfied with your choice, half terrified shitless. 

Several days later, having ignored Riddle as he ignored you back, you were in the forest with Hagrid for a class. He was talking about all the different kinds of stuff his Hippogriff, Buckbeak, likes.

You, Hermione, Luna, Dean, Harry, Ron, and Seamus stood beside each other. Next to you were some other students and the Slytherin boys alongside Pansy and Astoria.

You watched as he presented the correct way to ride the creature and decided that Harry would be going on first. Harry, being the chosen one, got on with ease. He flew high, flipping and tossing, the wind blowing at his face and hair. 

“He’s bloody brilliant!” said Seamus. 

“That’s right, he is,” you added, admiring his smooth flying.

Then, you lowered your gaze to your legs to remove all the nasty bugs that had snuck up on them when you spotted Dean, sneaking further into the trees. You called for him, but he didn’t hear you, so you followed him.

What you hadn’t noticed, though, was that Riddle had seen the whole thing.

Following his steps and leaving enough space between you, you tried your best to be as quiet as possible. However, your shirt got stuck in one of the branches and pulled you back. When you finally untangled it, Dean was gone; he was nowhere to be seen. Now you hated to admit it, but Riddle was right, Dean was up to something.

Since you couldn’t spot him anywhere, you decided to head back and tell the others.

As you walked back, you heard quarreling, and even without looking, you could tell who it was.

On one side stood your boys, Seamus, Harry, and Ron; facing them were Draco, Riddle, Nott, and Zabini.

You walked up to Luna as Hermione was somehow also included in the argument. “What happened?” you asked Luna. 

“Draco tried to get on Buckbeak, but Buckbeak got mad and dropped him. And well, Seamus and Ron kind of snorted, so you know,” she answered. 

“Break it out, won’t you?” Hagrid spoke, frustrated with the scene they were making. 

“No, Hagrid,” said Hermione, “they are constantly trying to make us feel less and mocked, they are mean bullies who care about nothing but their selfishness.”

“You filthy mudblood girl, stay out of this,” Draco said.

“Do not speak to her like that!” This from Ron. 

“Malfoy, behave yourself right this second,” said Hagrid.

“What are you going to do, Weasley? Use your hand-me-down wand to grow us some flowers?” Riddle now spoke. 

Ron lunged at him, but Riddle avoided the punch with grace. Dean was missing, and they were fighting, unbelievable.

You decided there was more important stuff to attend so you chose to break the fight off to save time for everyone, something you always managed to do throughout the years.

You walked to the front, where the fight was taking place, and stood between Riddle and Ron, who was being held back by Harry and Seamus. You looked up at Riddle as he tried to punch Ron, Blaise’s hands covering his arms, keeping him back.

You placed your hand on his chest, speaking angrily yet quietly so no one else would hear, “This is not working together for the better with my friends you asshole, now get back.” you told him firmly. 

“This is not you choosing to save your life, but here we are,” he hissed back at you. 

Then you turned to Ron, “Ron, it’s okay, just leave these bastards, we have better things to do.” 

Now, you didn’t like admitting it, but because you were the only girl with no parents or any family or grown-ups to have your back, you were your friends’ princess. They complied with whatever you asked them, which had its benefits.

So, Ron calmed down and turned away, and you all walked away, the Slytherins behind you scoffing and hissing at your friends. 

“Hey, where’s Dean?” said Seamus. 

“I was going to tell you guys,” you began as you entered the castle to your dorms, “I think he’s up to something, he kind of disappeared into the forest when no one was looking.”

“What? That’s ridiculous, y/n! He’s probably just trying to get away from class or something, you know, he does that when he gets overstimulated.” Harry replied to you.

“No! He was sneaking, not just escaping from class. You had to see him.” 

“You sound mad, get some sleep and stop studying too much,” said Semaus, clearly mocking you.

You got mad at them for not believing you, and you looked at Luna for support, but her head was facing the ground, and Hermione and Ron were looking at you with awe. 

“Fine! When something happens, you’ll see I was right!” You spoke, growing irritated with your friends for not taking things seriously.

You stormed off, leaving them standing in front of the Gryffindor's common room, and ran to the astronomy tower. You went there when you felt overwhelmed, and when you needed to catch a break.

You lay down on the floor and decided to rest your eyes for a bit.

You accidentally fell asleep and woke up to the sounds of hissing and something crackling. It was an ugly noise; it hurt your ears, so when you opened your eyes, you were met with darkness. You had fallen asleep for far too long.

You lifted yourself so you were in a sitting position, and almost fell off the tower when you spotted what was making all the noise.

A giant spider, you recognized as Aragog was climbing the walls, coming toward you, jumping from one castle to the other, oh fuck. Before you could even move, the spider was right in front of you.

You screamed, terror filling your whole body. As the creature came closer, you crawled back, reaching for the pocket in your skirt to grab your wand, until you realized you didn’t have it.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit.

Something no one knew about you was that since you were a child, you had spent your summers, instead of regularly with family, since you had no one, in a camp, a human one, where they taught how to fight, tend wounds, and more. They taught survival, the hard way.

Although you had not told anyone about it, you had perfected your fighting skills and used them to get out of sticky situations.

You also used the money your parents left you, the mansion, and the caretaker to learn all different kinds of spells that could be useful in such situations.

Davis, your caretaker, was a good friend of your mom’s; he had been there for her birth and death, and he was there for yours. He pledged to your parents to keep you safe, and so he did.

He tried his best to teach you all the spells and casts he knew so you could defend and take care of yourself in case no one else would. He was like a father figure to you, always welcomed you back home, and always gave his words of wisdom and advice. No one knew about his existence because it was far too dangerous.

He was part of a tribe that tried to take down the evil forces 300 years ago, and he was one of the few ones left. He was undercover as a maid and had been so for well over 200 years now.

He had also taught you how to fake these scenes and cover up or make them look accidental.

However, you didn’t want to tell anyone about your skills because you saw how it would only be a threat, more people would try to challenge you and therefore put your life in endless danger, you were better off thought of as a quiet, smart girl who only cares about her grades and hair.

Now, why you hadn’t used these with the troll was because of Riddle’s presence, and the fear of someone randomly showing up and discovering your secret.

So, you decided to use the skills you gained in an attempt to save your life. You had trained a ton, but never really used your abilities for real.

As it jumped on the astronomy tower, you swung your leg, kicking at the monster as it tumbled back.

Then, it came crawling to you at a dangerously quick pace. You ran to try to get inside, but it swung one of its legs at you, digging into your leg and pulling you to it with the leg that was placed in yours.

You screamed in pain, a sharp stinging in your lower leg, but the rush of adrenaline, combined with the dread and horror of what might happen, allowed you to think quickly.

As the spider lowered you to its mouth, preparing to swallow you whole, you used your other leg to kick it in the eyes, as it let go and jumped behind it.

You punched its legs, trying to break them off, when it knocked you back until you were now hanging off the tower, holding onto the railings. It had clawed at your face, making your lips bleed and eyes watery.

Just as the spider tried to regain its compusture and come back, you climbed up, holding a broken piece of railing the spider had destroyed during its entrance, and swung it at the creature.

Then you swung again, and again, and again, until it stopped moving.

Its juices squirted at you, covering your face, so you used your sleeve to wipe them off your skin alongside the blood that had oozed while fighting.

Then, you found your wand lying on the floor beside where you were sleeping, and you kicked the spider’s leg off to pick it up.

After that, you rip off part of your long socks and tie them around, then cover the wound with your pants.

You then made your way out of there and to the Slytherins’ common room. As you got there, you heard loud music coming from the inside, the bastards were having a party on a Tuesday.

You didn’t expect anyone to hear you if you knocked, so instead, you used your wand to knock the door down.

You were met with gasps and the music being turned off, thinking they were caught, “Oh please, carry on, I’m just trying to find someone,” you spoke.

Your eyes searched for Riddle as the people slowly went back to their fun, half drunk, half knocked out. Luckily, no one seemed to pay you too much attention. 

The room was dark, with only green lights to light it up, and the tables were covered with cups and all kinds of drinks and alcohol.

Your gaze finally landed on Riddle, who was manspread on one of the couches.

He had a girl lying next to him, his arm placed around her shoulder, kissing them. He was clearly wasted as he had not paid attention to your grand entrance.

As you were walking up to him, Lorenzo suddenly emerged next to you. 

“Oh hey, y/n. Nice seeing you.” 

How this guy was a Slytherin, you never understood. 

“Thanks, Berkshire,” you replied, wanting to be nice.

“Anything necessary you’d like to tell me?” 

“Not you, sorry.” 

He nodded in understanding and disappeared back to wherever he came from.

You continued your way to Riddle, who seemed to be sitting miles away.

When you finally walked up to him, he was taken aback by your sudden appearance, he stopped placing kisses on the girl’s shoulder. 

“What the fuck y/n?” 

You yanked him up by his arm and asked, “Where can we talk somewhere private and quiet?”

The girl who was next to him scoffed at you, and you just rolled your eyes. Is this seriously all they did at parties?

“Right here,” he said, leading you behind him as you let go of his arm. His breath reeked of alcohol and weed, he was not sober. But he knew what you wanted to talk about, that bastard.

He led you to a room and closed the door behind you, to which you glared at him.

“I’m not going to kill you, you said you wanted privacy.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself, Riddle. I wouldn’t let you kill me,” you rolled your eyes at him. 

“Oh really,” he came closer, “what are you going to do? Call Thomas?” “No, I’ll fight you myself,” you said. 

“You speak too much for someone who lacks experience.”

“Who told you I lack it?” “You look like you do,” he smirked. 

He was trying to get on your nerves, and you were not going to let him. 

“You’re not sober enough for this, or anything really,” you said, turning your back on him to leave. 

But before you could, his hand was now on yours, holding you back, “Wait, I’ll sober up, give me a minute.” He was desperate.

“You’re a little too desperate,” you teased him.

“You’re a little too comfortable,” he said back.

You decided to stay and sat on the bed, waiting as he entered the bathroom to clean up.

Unlike other houses, and due to Slytherin's wealth, each student had their own room.

Riddle’s bed was comfy and soft, with white and green satin sheets and 4 pillows.

He had books stacked on top of his desk, alongside cigarette boxes and multicolored lighters.

He had a huge chandelier hanging above the bed, long curtains covering the windows- someone suddenly burst into the room.

It was Theodore Nott, making out with a girl you couldn't recognize. 

“Oh, fuck, wrong room.” he said. “The fuck are you doing here?”

“I want to have a word with Riddle.” 

“Oh,” he said, not giving you much time to say anything else as the girl beside him scoffed at you.

He then left the room, closing the door behind him.

Ew.

You’ve never kissed anyone before; it was widely known in school how you were untouchable. You made it clear you wanted nothing to do with this stuff.

Then finally, Riddle came out, his hair wet, he had new clothes on, he held a towel to his hair, drying it up. Water drizzled down his upper arm, he was more sober now as he had showered. 

“I’m all sober for you now, tell me what you want.” 

“I decided to agree to the fake dating, now I need you to help me clean up a mess.” 

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@aur0ral1ghts @collectionof-cells

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ouch 💔

the mattheodore edit in this post from @prythiansprincess was really happy and cute so i now have to balance that out with this angst edit i saw a while back </3 sorry guys

the way i’ve made so many people suffer by sending this edit 😶🫠 mattheodore you are my greatest love and biggest enemy wrapped in one

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“more than anything else”

Like Real People Do

Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Summary: You and Mattheo have been best friends for as long as you can remember, and these feelings may no longer be platonic. But when someone else also realizes this, he will make decisions in a jealous rage that will forever change the dynamics you’ve known for ages.

- Ok so Ik I should be writing Theo’s portion of Promises Are Meant to be Broken but I’ve been randomly consumed with a Mattheo obsession and I NEED to write this, so please enjoy :)

~~~

“Hey Matty, can you pass the pumpkin juice please?” You asked the boy who was sitting across from you at the breakfast table, using the nickname he reserved solely for you.

“Of course, princess.” He responded, grabbing the bottle and serving it in your cup for you. You smiled at each other as he did so, appreciating how caring he always was of you.

“Does anybody know Snape’s middle name?” Enzo asked, piquing your interest.

“Um, why?” Theo responded, looking up from his plate for the first time since he sat down. He had attempted to make conversation with you, but you had been enthralled in a story Mattheo was telling and hadn’t noticed.

“No reason, just need it for something.” Enzo said, extremely suspiciously, causing the group to laugh.

“Ugh, I have to go. Flitwick needs me in class early today.” You said, looking down at your watch and remembering what the teacher had told you the day before.

“I still have no idea why you’re taking that class.” Pansy said, referring to the 7th year Charms class you were taking, regardless of being a 5th year.

“Because I’m advanced.” You said, smugly, causing her to stick her to tongue out at you.

“I’ll walk you!” Theo said, practically jumping from his seat before trying to recover and feign indifference.

“Thanks, Theo.” You said with a smile, packing up your stuff.

“See you lot later. And you owe me an ice cream!” You said, the last part specifically for Mattheo who had told you he would buy you ice cream if you helped him practice a new trick for Quidditch. He doesn’t know you would have done it even if there was no incentive, and you don’t know he asked you just so he could show off (he had already mastered the skill).

“It’s a date!” He called out as you walked away with Theo, causing you to giggle.

As you walked out of the Great Hall, you and Theo spoke of the Ravenclaw party this weekend, taking the usual path you two took every time you had Advanced Charms, since his class was right next to yours.

“So, how are you liking ghoul studies? Mattheo and I loved it when we took it last year.” You stated, changing the topic.

Theo’s jaw clenched. “It’s good, pretty interesting.” He said, hoping you hadn’t noticed.

“Oh that’s great! I was really hoping you’d say that because I’d have felt to bad if I forced you into a class you didn’t like.” You said sweetly, not picking up on his micro aggression.

“There’s never anything you could pick that I wouldn’t like.” Theo said, smiling down at you.

“That’s cause I’m an Angel.” You joked, as you separated from him to enter your room.

He smiled to himself as he watched you enter the room, meeting with a group of Hufflepuff girls. You were his Angel, despite his Atheistic beliefs.

~~~

As the school day finally came to a close, you were happy to finally be able to go to the common room and settle down with your friends. As you turned the corner, you heard Mattheo’s voice and immediately smiled, you had missed him throughout the day since your schedules barely aligned today. Except, your smile dropped as you heard a girl giggle at his words. You sneakily looked around the corner, and saw him talking to a Ravenclaw girl, looking all too cozy. She was pressed against the wall, and he was standing in front of her, his arm on the wall adjacent to the one she was leaning on. You grimaced, and you felt your stomach drop. How does he even know her? You asked yourself, wondering if he had told her a joke he had once told you to make her laugh. You forced yourself to detach from the wall, and took a different way to reach your common room.

Your feelings for Mattheo had grown even stronger in the past few months, but you were doing everything you could to push them away and pretend like they didn’t exist. Except, it was getting increasingly difficult to forget them since practically every girl at Hogwarts was throwing herself at him.

“Hey, I saved you this sugar quill.” Theo said, as you made you way to the couch your friend group had conquered in the Slytherin common room.

“Thanks, Theo.” You said smiling, taking it out of his hands and then rummaging through the giant candy pile on the coffee table to find a licorice wand.

You said down next to him on the couch, as you unwrapped the red candy. You couldn’t help but acknowledge that Mattheo would have saved you a blue one, knowing it was your favorite flavor.

“Can you help me on this.” Pansy asked, kneeling beside you, her head in her hands as she started down at her Divinations homework.

“Of course, but Draco you have to help me with my potions after.” You said, giving him a pointed look.

“Anything for the Slytherin princess.” He said, referring to you by the nickname the boys had given you due to your popularity among the boys at Hogwarts. You made a face at him because he knew you disliked the nickname (only slightly, but you had to at least pretend to be humble).

After a few hours, the candy on the table was mostly gone, and you were sprawled out on the couch, your head on Pansy’s lap and she braided your hair, engaging in the boys conversation about a fight that had happened recently.

“How rude to not have saved me any good candy.” Mattheo said, walking up to the couch, his satchel hanging loosely from his shoulder.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” You said, looking up at him.

“Happy to see me doll?” He asked, smirking down at you.

“Just surprised is all. You seemed pretty cosy with that Ravenclaw girl earlier.” You said, bitterly.

“You’re spying on me now?” He said, hoping you weren’t truly upset at him.

“Nope, you were just standing in the middle of the hallway.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Well you looked pretty cosy with Dean Thomas earlier.” He said defensively, the jealousy he had felt earlier rising again.

“We’re partners for a project!” You said, exasperated.

“Oh yeah? What’s the topic? Human Anatomy?” He said, sassily.

“Merlin you’re so immature.” You said, sitting up from your position.

“I’m going to bed.” You stated, before anyone could say anything else, and you quickly collected your belongings.

“Fine.” Mattheo said, looking down at you.

“Fine.” You repeated, looking at him before turning away and heading towards your dorm.

“God, you two are pathetic.” Draco said, once you had walked up the stairs.

“Pathetic? What the fuck are you talking about?” Mattheo said, angry with himself for letting his jealously take over, and for having given you the illusion that he was interested in any other girls.

“Nothing mate, just forget it. You have to see it on your own.” Draco said, looking back down at his essay.

Theo, who had been selfishly smiling due to the argument between you two, looked down at his hands, trying to figure out what Draco meant by his statement. Do they see it too? Is it really possible that you actually liked Mattheo? He thought to himself, brows furrowing in worry, a frown now taking over his smile.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed.” Mattheo said, his worry that he had pushed you away consuming him. He wished for nothing more than to be yours, only yours, but his fear of rejection and pushing you away from him kept him from doing anything about the matter. He sulked up to his room, wondering if he would ever be man enough to at least try.

~~~

As you walked into the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning, you felt a hand on your forearm, and you were pulled away from Pansy. You yelped at the sudden movement, but relaxed when you saw that the hand belonged to Mattheo. You hardened again when you remembered you were mad at him.

“Y/n, please don’t be mad at me. I’m so sorry for getting angry at you yesterday, it was completely undeserved.” Mattheo said, as held you outside of the bustling dining room. His eyes pleading, filled with remorse.

“Do you like her?” Not being able to stop yourself from asking the question that had been eating at you.

“No, no it wasn’t like that I swear!” He stated, hoping to get rid of any uncertainty you may have held. “She was asking me about Enzo. We have a class together and I guess she thought I was the best inside source she could get.” He said, smiling down at you as he realized that you were no longer angry at him due to the way yours eyes lightened and the way your lips were curling up into a small smile.

“Well tell her that she can just as a girl next time.” You said, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Why, are you jealous?” He said, a cocky smirk spreading over his face.

“Absolutely not! Just looking out for her because you would probably enjoy ruining her chances with Enzo.” You said, cheeks turning red at almost being caught. He continued to smile at you, obsessed with the playful look you wore on your face whenever you rambled on about something.

“Skip class with me.” He said suddenly, clearly not much thought being put into the careless action. “Let’s go do something, just us two. No Ravenclaws and certainly no Dean Thomas, because I’ll beat the shit out of him if he ever even looks at you again.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal pretty boy.” You said, laughing and shaking your heads at his last comment. He blushed at the nickname and put his arm around your waist as he led you down the hallway. An entire interaction that didn’t evade Theo’s notice.

~~~

Saturday have finally rolled around after what felt like an eternity. You entered the bustling Ravenclaw common room with Pansy, flashing blue lights and booming music engulfing you. Your short black skirt and corset top hugged your figure perfectly, making you feel confident and bold. You reached the bar alone, Pansy having gone off to find whoever was the “love of her life” at the moment, and you waited for whatever 3rd year they had working to mix your drink.

“There’s my pretty lady.” Mattheo said as he came up to you, hugging you from behind and just barely kissing your temple.

“How’s the party so far?” You asked, craning your neck to look up at him.

“Much better now that your here.” He said, clearly already intoxicated.

“You’re drunk.” You said, playfully rolling your eyes. Your heart felt a little heavier because you wish he could say these words to you while sober.

“Not enough.” He joked, as he reached for the drink the 3rd year was handing some Hufflepuff. He was about to complain, but Mattheo shot him a glare that sent shivers down your own spine, causing the boy to spin around as fast as his heels would let him, leaving without anything to drink.

“Follow me, Angel.” Mattheo said as he grabbed your drink and after your hand to lead you through the crowd.

“Do you even know my name?” You joked due to his excessive use of pet names.

“Uh, Cornelius right?” His response left you giggle behind him as your reached your friends, all standing around near the dance floor.

“There’s my principessa!” Theo said excitedly, hugging you out of Mattheo’s grip.

“You lot are so exclusive! Why don’t you mingle with some other people?” You say to the group, as Theo’s arm find its way around your shoulders. You can almost swear you saw Mattheo’s jaw clench.

“And risk talking to a mud blood? No thank you.” Draco said.

“God you are so annoying.” You said, shaking your head at him. He simply shrugged as he smiled and returned to his conversation with Blaise.

“I’m gonna go find more fire whiskey.” Enzo called over the loud music, detaching himself from the group.

“Come dance with me.” Mattheo said, leaning down to talk in your ear.

“Lead the way.” You replied, smiling as you detached yourself from Theo and took Mattheo’s hand.

“We’ll be right back.” You called out to Theo, who looked at you two with a mix of contempt and sorrow.

As you finally reached the crowded dance floor, Mattheo took your arms and placed them loosely around his shoulders, grabbing your waist and swaying you to the music.

“You look really pretty tonight.” Matt said, smiling down at you.

“As opposed to every other day?” You said, a playful smile on your lips.

“You’re impossible.” He said, lightly laughing.

“Thank you. You look very handsome as well.” You said, your stomach flipping around.

Mattheo and you continued to dance and talk, enjoying each others company. Your emotions were high due to the mix of alcohol, movement, and Mattheo’s arms around your body, putting you into a euphoric state. The blur of the seductive music leaving you yearning for nothing more than his lips. As the music progressed, Mattheo spun you around, your back now to his front, and your arms holding him by his neck, tugging his hair with your fingers. His breath was hot and heavy in your ear, your hips grinding together to the beat of the music causing your own breath to hitch.

As much as you wanted to allow yourself to get lost in the moment, you felt a pair of eyes burning on you, causing an uncomfortable feeling to rise in your stomach.

“You ok?” Mattheo asked, his voice husky and low.

Before you could even respond, you felt a pair of strong hands ripping you from Mattheo, dizzying you and causing you to fall onto the ground. Disoriented, you struggled to realize the sight in front of you.

Theo had punched Mattheo square on the jaw, his head spinning back and losing his balance. Theo was relentless as he took the opportunity to mount his body and throw continuous punches. Mattheo attempted to fight back but the surprise of his best mates attack mixed with his physical and mental impairments caused by the alcohol and weed prevented him from protecting himself as well as he would’ve on a regular day.

“Get off of him!” You yelled as you finally realized the situation, a ring already forming around the boys.

“Stop, stop!” Enzo said to you as he grabbed you as you attempted to run towards the boys, holding you back.

“He’s killing him! Get the fuck off of him!” You yelled, attempting to break free from Enzo’s strong arms, which proved to be impossible after only a few seconds.

“Mate get off him!” Blaise yelled over the music, as he and Draco attempted to pull Theo off of Mattheo.

Mattheo had managed to throw some good punches despite his condition, Theo’s bloody nose dripping down his neck, his now black eye quickly swelling shut.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Draco asked astonished, grabbing onto Theo with the help of a few other guys.

It took half of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team + Blaise and Draco to finally rip Theo from Mattheo’s bloody body, grabbing him and throwing him onto a nearby couch.

You ran to Mattheo’s body as soon as Enzo loosened his grip, blood masking his precious features.

“Matty, can you hear me?” You asked, tears welling in your eyes at the sight, your hand lightly running through his hair.

No response.

“Mattheo?!” You asked louder this time, shaking him.

No response.

“Enzo help me! He’s not answering!” You said frantically, he rushed to your side and shook Mattheo, attempting to get his attention.

“Help me lift him.” He said to you, before looking over at you and seeing your tragic state.

“Draco, get over here!” He yelled, never taking his eyes off of you. Did you actually love him? He thought to himself, always just thinking your flirty nature was a joke.

“Grab his arm.” Draco said as he made it over, pulling Enzo out of his thoughts.

The boys grunted as they lifted Mattheo’s body, blood pouring down his face as they straightened him up.

“We have to get him to the Hospital wing.” You said hysterically, your heart pumping to loudly you could no longer hear the boisterous music.

Everyone around staring in disbelief, whispers and gasps filling the room.

Blaise rushed over once he was done with Theo, grabbing Mattheo’s legs and helping the boys carry him out of the party, rushing to the hospital wing.

“He’s alive right?” You asked, worry consuming your entire body.

“This is Mattheo we’re talking about, it’s gonna take a lot more than a few punches to get him.” Enzo said, reassuring you.

After a few minutes of rushing around the castle, you finally reached the Hospital Wing, pushing the big doors open and calling for Madame Pomphrey.

She came around the corner upon hearing your voice, rushing towards the group at the sight of Mattheo’s body.

“Is he conscious?” She asked immediately, leading the boys to a bed.

“No.” Enzo responded as they laid Mattheo down onto the bed Madame Pomphrey had assigned.

“Alright, thank you for bringing me the boy, but I need you out. I’ll send for you when he’s awake.” She said, immediately pouring some liquid onto a rag and dabbing it on Mattheo’s broken face.

You began to protest, but Enzo dragged you away, leaving the room and shutting the door.

“He’ll be fine. We need to let her do her job.” Draco said as he noticed you about to complain again.

You whimpered at the thought, burying your face in Enzo’s chest, who held you tightly.

“He’s going to be fine, I promise.” He said, rubbing your hair.

Suddenly, you heard someone clear their throat, causing you to break free from Enzo’s chest to see who the noise belonged to.

Theodore.

“You! You foul coward! What the fuck is your problem attacking him like that?! You almost killed your best friend!” You yelled, tears spilling from your eyes as you lunged towards Theo.

“Y/n please, just hear me out.” He said desperately.

“What is there to hear? I can barley even look at you right now I’m so disgusted!” You yelled, fighting every urge to slap him across the face.

“Y/n please, I’m sorry! I just-“

“You just what? You just fucking what?” You yelled again, the boys behind you watching the scene unfold with awe.

“I never meant to hurt him, I just couldn’t stop.” His voice was seeping with desperation, his eyes filled with anguish.

“I actually can’t even look at you.” You said at his stupid claim.

“Y/n you wouldn’t understand but I had to! I couldn’t watch any longer I was just consumed with rage, I barely even realized what I was doing!” He rushed out, attempting to explain a hopeless claim.

“You’re fucking crazy.” You spit at him, the image of Mattheo’s body getting bloodier and bloodier cycling around in your head.

“Y/n I’m in love with you! And seeing him hold you like that, I don’t know what took over me but I just couldn’t contain it!” He exclaimed, his hands in his hair.

Suddenly everything stopped, your head spun so fast you were sure it was going to fall off your neck. The boys behind you had their jaws on the floor and Theo held his breath. After what felt like centuries, you let out a breath.

“I need you to get the fuck out of my sight right now.” Was all you said as your rage began to eat at you.

“Y/n please don’t, just talk to me!” He begged.

After you didn’t respond he pleaded again.

“Mate, I think it’s best you leave.” Enzo said, as he made his way over to Theo.

“No I’m not fucking leaving! We’re in the middle of a conversation!”

“She’s made it painfully clear that she wants nothing to do with you.” Enzo said, grabbing Theo’s arm and pulling him away, disappearing down the hall.

Draco and Blaise squeezed your shoulder reassuringly before following in Enzo and Theo’s path.

You suddenly felt so dizzy and walked over to the infirmary’s door, letting your body slide down until your knees were to your chin.

You held your shins as you sobbed, your brain struggling to find solace.

Mattheo was in the hospital wing and you had no idea if he would recover or not, and you couldn’t even recognize Theo anymore. What the fuck was happening?

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After what was probably hours, the doors opened, Madame Pomphrey kindly informing you that Mattheo was now awake.

You took a deep breath, afraid of what you might see, and followed her inside. After she reminded you of the bed where he lay, she walked towards the back, giving you two privacy.

You slowly walked up the bed, hesitantly opening the curtain to see the boy.

“Hey princess.” Mattheo said groggily, his face covered in bandages and bruises

“Oh my god.” You said, your hands flinging to cover your mouth as tears sprung back into your eyes.

“Hey, hey it’s ok. You should see the other guy.” He said reassuring you, smiling lightly at his joke.

You laughed through your tears, sitting down at the little stool next to his bed.

“Does it hurt?” You asked, holding onto his hand.

“Not one bit.” You knew he was lying because of the way he grimaced every time he even slightly moved, but you appreciated the sentiment.

“Merlin I can’t believe this is happening. I’m so sorry.” You said, your heart cracking at the sight of him.

“It’s not your fault y/n. And I’m gonna be just fine, Nurse said so herself.” He said, his own heart breaking seeing you so upset.

“I just wish there was something I could do to help.”

“You could kiss me better.” His signature smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh yeah? Where does it hurt?” You asked, smiling at his antics.

“Right here.” He said, pointing just above his right eyebrow with his left hand.

You leaned down and lightly kissed his cut, a sound of pleasure releasing for Mattheo at the touch.

“Here.” He said, now pointing to his nose.

You leaned down and kissed him again, lightly at risk that you might hurt him.

“Here.” He said, now pointing to his cheekbone. You repeated your earlier steps.

“And here.” He said, his finger now coming up to his lips.

Your eyes widened once you realized what he meant, your heart growing in size at his miniature confession.

You slowly leaned down, until your lips were hovering just above his.

“Are you sure it hurts here?” You joked.

“More than anything else.” He responded, before leaning up and finally meeting his lips with yours.

The kiss was romantic and sweet, yet a deep hunger was slowly taking control.

His hands reached up to your hair, yours going to cup his cheeks.

His tongue tickled your bottom lip, slowly entering as he explored your mouth. You moaned at the sensation, your hands running through his hair.

“Please don’t make that noise or I won’t be able to control myself.” He said, as he slowly pulled away, a lovesick expression painted all over his face.

“Maybe that’s been my plan all along.” You joked, kissing his temple.

“Remind me to never let you plan anything again, it took too long for my liking.” He smiled, looking up at your big (color) eyes.

“Noted.” You said, before you kissed him again, all your worries disappearing as you lost yourself in his being.

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my beautiful liar

chapter 2; after the troll incident, Mattheo accuses Dean of letting the troll in, which y/n denies however he wouldn’t drop it. He remains still with his accusation of Dean, and later on, when y/n stumbles across a scene including the slytherin boys, the only way out of it is..

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It had been a few days since your talk with Dumbledore, but it was enough days for you to recover.

You were studying in the library late for your upcoming potions exam, you had your books spread around you, your papers scattered on the table, your lap, and the floor.

As it was late, you were trying your best not to fall asleep and continue studying when suddenly you felt a hand wrap around your throat, the other on your mouth to keep you from talking.

The hand that was on your throat left it and grabbed your hips, pushing you against the wall. Before you could register what had just happened, the mattheo riddle was now standing in front of you, caging you between his body and the wall, his hand remaining on your mouth.

“I’m going to remove my hand. Do not scream.”

With that, he removed his hand.

“You didn’t need to choke me!” he chuckled at you replying, “But I did, it was fun seeing you all worried.”

You rolled your eyes as you tsked at him.

“I found out who let the troll in, but I don’t think you want to hear it,” he said.

Confused and irritated, you answered, “Yes, I want to know! Just stop dragging it and tell me who it was!”

“Fine, god, you’re so insufferable! It was your boyfriend Thomas, Dean, Dean Thomas.”

You took a moment to let it register before you barked back

“What the hell Riddle! Why are you like this! Be serious for once! You asshole you sound ridiculous!” you were now screaming, blabbering, everything and anything coming out of your mouth, desperately denying the thought.

“Keep it down!” he once again wrapped his hands around you throat, eyes full of rage and fury, he was fucking choking you.

You kicked him in this stomach and pushed him away, “Fuck! You gotta stop kicking me in the ribs you bitch!”

“You gotta stop choking me!”

It took a few seconds for both of you to catch your breaths, then you spoke in a low tone, “Dean has nothing to do with this! I knew i shouldn’t have trusted you, I won’t tell Dumbledore because I don’t want to look crazy when you’re just going to deny even going there but you be careful Riddle and stay away from me and my friends!”

“Since when did you start speaking, weren’t you always bark and no bite?”

“Just because i only used to give you side looks and now for once I am speaking up for myself and friends doesn’t mean I didn’t bite! I did and do, and I will continue to bite, but not once in this school! Because unlike you I actually care about having a good reputation and i enjoy maintaining a healthy nice relationship with others unlike you who only chases trouble!”

And with that, you grabbed your books and started walking away.

“I am right and you will see that he is at fault!” and then you were too far to hear anything else.

As the next day approached, you got up early in the morning and got yourself ready for the day of your exam.

You headed to the breakfast hall, your books and revision papers in hand, and sat down next to Teresa Clark, a fellow Ravenclaw who was only a year younger than you.

As you ate your food, eggs with some ham, fruits, and a green tea, you flipped through the pages of your books, trying to catch everything you might’ve missed earlier.

Your gaze landed on Dean, who was sitting on the Gryffindor table, eyes roaming around, viewing the people beside him.

You didn’t notice anything weird about him, nothing wrong, he was quiet as usual, sat beside the other loud individuals as he observed from the side, but that’s just how he was.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice when his gaze caught yours, and he gave you a heartwarming smile to which you returned.

As your exam time was approaching, you finished up your breakfast quickly and headed to the exam room to take the test.

Next to you sat Cho, Cedric, Cormac, and Enzo Berkshire, and in just a few minutes, your exam began.

You, being the top student in your class, finished early and sat back in your chair as it was too soon to hand in your papers.

Your gaze roamed around the room, taking a look at the others who were far too involved in their exams to take notice of you staring when your gaze landed on Riddle, who was sitting across the room.

He was not focused on the exam at all; he had either finished or not even started, but his attention was on someone else, Dean.

What was wrong with him? You were going to pull his guts out for not only incorrectly blaming Dean, but also following through with it. Why did he even care? Not like he bothered to talk about the troll or anything.

After you were dismissed from your class, you weren’t able to talk to Riddle because Dean had caught up with you and was talking to you instead.

He didn’t seem off, just his usual self. And you hated yourself for thinking like that, for thinking something about him in a bad way just because of that bastard Riddle.

You had plans for today, you were headed to Hogsmeade with Dean for a late brunch to relax after your exam, and you were not going to let Riddle distract you or put any unwanted thoughts in your mind.

As you sat, drinking your water and sharing a Caesar salad with Dean, you talked about your exam, about you wanting to help Madam Pomfrey more because you quite liked nursing, about all sorts of stuff.

After all, that’s just how you guys were. You talked and talked until Dean excused himself to the bathroom to wash up, and you just sat there waiting for him.

As you toyed with your napkin in hand, patiently waiting for him, you suddenly felt a presence next to you, one that took a seat, Dean’s seat.

“Riddle what the hell!”

“Shut up”

“Did you follow us here?”

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

“Stop following this Dean thing, just leave it! You sound absolutely insane! I saw you in the exam room starring at him, drop it! It’s absolutely none of your business!”

“Well it is very widely known how my father is in fact insane so it wouldn’t be far from me being insane.”

“Get the hell up right this second! Dean’s coming back in a second and I do not want him seeing us talking!”

“Why?You afraid he’s going to think something’s going on between us?”

“No! He knows better than to think that! Now get up. Why are you dragging this thing anyway? You don’t even care do you? Or do you just want to get us in trouble, huh?”

“You asked me to find out who did it and I did just that! Then you say I’m a liar that’s just not fair is it now?”

“Get. The fuck. Up”

“You can swear? Is that a new skill? I don’t like it, don’t try to act all tough when all it takes is a blow for you to run to that pathetic potter and cry so that he can stand up for you.”

“Yeah well I believe that such language is for those who are so unfortunate and cannot express their proper feelings with words, like you I suppose.”

“Fuck you.”

“There it is. Now leave.”

With that, he huffed before getting up and walking away like he didn’t just make every hair on your body stand in anger.

A bit later, Dean returned, obviously anxious, which only made you wonder if he saw the interaction between you and Riddle.

“Anything wrong?”

“I’m fine,” he said, smiling at you, and you decided to just let it go.

A few days after that encounter with Riddle, you, Luna, Neville, and Ginny were all sitting in the library, studying for your upcoming exams.

Harry, Hermione, Dean, and Ron were all called by their house prefect to discuss some house matters.

As you were lost in thought, practicing and going over exercises for your exam, you felt someone tap your shoulder,

You turned around to find Ron behind you.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Is Dean around here somewhere, we need him for the house meetup thing.”

“Huh? He told me he would be there, he’s not here.”

“Oh, do you know where he might be? He’s twenty minutes late.”

“No clue, sorry.”

Where was he? He told you he’d be at the meeting. Could he be involved in something like Riddle had mentioned? Curse him, and curse you for thinking that way. This was Dean, your friend, an individual whose bond has been far greater and more tender than anyone ever.

“Do you need me to help you find him?”

“No, it’s okay, it’s whatever, he’ll probably show up later or I’ll just catch him up, thanks though.”

You gave Ron and soft smile as he left the library. Dean was never late; you knew something was wrong, but you truly didn’t want to believe anything like that before you saw proof right in front of you.

Eventually, nighttime came around, and you headed back to your dorm room so that you could rest for the next day, you had an exam you needed to take, and you needed rest even more.

As you walked to the Ravenclaw’s common room alone, your books in hand, you heard whispers from a room nearby, and sobs like someone was crying.

You couldn’t help but peek, and to your surprise, Draco Malfoy was there, with Zabini and Nott, yet Riddle was nowhere to be seen.

The sobs were coming from a girl who looked younger, a 3rd year perhaps, her hair was caramel color, and she was quite tall for her age.

She was on the floor, her head buried between her legs, and yet none of the boys around were doing anything to comfort her.

The boys were whispering something inaudible, and you had no intention of intervening when suddenly, Draco tried to grab the girl’s arm when she began to scream before she was punched by him.

Before you could move, your legs had already carried you into the room, your mouth already speaking for you, “Malfoy get back!”

“What the fuck are you doing here!”

“What are you doing to this girl!”

“That’s none of your business!” This from Theodore with a scoff.

You ran to the girl and kneeled next to her. You pointed your arm to touch her, softly grazing her arm, when suddenly something painful shot through you, something like electricity, and you went flying back, hitting the wall and crashing to the floor.

Your vision went blurry and all you could see was the three boys standing next to each other, mumbling different phrases and curses at each other, except now they were four, or maybe you were hallucinating, and the fourth one was coming near you, he kneeled next to you.

“Why the fuck did you dickheads let her get close to that girl,” you knew the voice too well, Riddle, he was observing you, trying to touch you, what was he doing?

Oh, he was examining you, making sure you’re not dead.

“We thought she’d pass out and forget or something, I don’t know mate. Maybe die hopefully.”

You had no clue who said that.

“Do you not know how this works?” and with that, your eyes closed, completely losing focus and concentration as you let yourself sleep.

The next day, you woke up in your bed, tucked in, was all a dream? It did not feel real. Before you could worry about anything else, Dean even, you sprinted to your exam room to take the exam; your head hurt the tiniest bit, but that didn’t seem to matter at the moment, as all you cared about was taking the exam that would impact your grade greatly.

You finished your exam in around 2 hours, and surprisingly, you did very well.

As you were walking back to the common room, trying to conclude everything that had happened and to figure out if it was real, the corridors empty, students hidden behind closed doors taking exams, you squeezed your brain hard to figure out what had happened earlier, yet you did not conclude.

As you got to the common room, you lay down on the couch, your legs spread on the couch, and you let out a loud huff.

Then suddenly, you found none other than Blaise Zabini and Lorenzo Berkshire standing on top of you.

With a scream, you jumped up from your spot on the couch and stepped back.

“Shit, sorry we shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that” said Berkshire.

“You think? How did you get in here!”

“Forget what happened yesterday, you walked calmly back to the common room, you didn’t hear anything, and got to your dorm and slept nicel-“ said Blaise as he held his hand in your face.

“Are you trying to use magic on me?” you screamed at him as you moved your eyes from him to not fall for the trick.

“Listen, if you tell anyone about what happened yesterday, I will chop you up to pieces and make sure you suffer the rest of your life, I will fucking kill every person you’ve ever talked to and make sure I eat them for dinner,” he said.

“No, you won’t,” Enzo, next to him, informed the both of you.

“Listen, it really wouldn’t be to anyone’s benefit if you tell anyone about this, okay? We are asking you nicely, do not make us refer to violence.” Now he was speaking directly to you.

“Then tell me what happened! How would it affect me badly if you’re the ones involved? You weren’t even there Berkshire.”

“Are you fucking serious?” mocked you Blaise. “We told him.”

“That’s past the point! We can’t tell you, but we need you to keep your mouth shut!” This from Berkshire.

“No, I don’t. Do not tell me what to do! Don’t think you can control-“

Before you could continue your argument, Riddle, Malfoy, and Nott had broken the door down and were now standing across the room from you.

Your eyes widened in shock, your jaw almost touching the floor. Was it that easy to break into common rooms?

“Took you long enough, boys!” sneered Zabini.

“Yeah, well, unlike you, Mr Zabini and Sir Berkshire, not all of us are gifted with enough magic talent that allows us to immediately enter through some disgusting toilet trick,” answered him Theodore.

“What is this, a family meeting?” you cut them off.

“What are you all doing here? You’re not trying to kill me, are you?”

They all laughed at you as you stared at them in confusion.

“Oh, I wish,” Draco said before Mattheo finally spoke.

“Let’s cut to the chase, you need to be my fake girlfriend.”

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how about you guys bully me into finishing chapter 2 of my series please please please please please because if im not under pressure ill not finish it in like a month and its already been 20 days since i posted the first one 🙏

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current working on chapter 2 of my beautiful liar; my mattheo riddle x reader series where they’re enemies to lovers, like proper enemies (trying to 💀 each other) and my requests are open so i want you guys to send me what you’d like to see in these so i can include them because after all i am writing this to bring you as much joy as possible!

It can be anything from seeing them trying to kill each other in some specific way to sex positions, i want it to be creative! 💞

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guys a couple of hours ago i saw someone say they found lorenzo zurzolo and it was their first time meeting him and they were so excited but he bumped into them and cursed and i just want other people who met him to tell me if he’s always angry like this or of it’s a one time thing because i obviously understand how being a celebrity can be annoying but still!

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my beautiful liar

chapter 1; as a child, and with your fathers’ dislike toward each other, you and mattheo never liked each other, he would beat up your friends every at chance he got, he would mock you and humiliate you very often. however, now that you're all grown up and in your final year in hogwarts, you've learnt to stand up for yourself and a little encounter with a troll proves just that.

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You had mixed feelings about this year; you were ready to leave and finally be free to roam into the big world, but you were also terrified.

As you stood next to Harry, one of your closest friends, your nerves started eating at you. You were not excited to go back and had to endure the Slytherin boys' mocking. They had always found a way to make you feel lower, for your mom passing away when she gave birth to you, for your dad passing shortly after because he couldn't live without her.

After a few minutes, the Weasleys showed up late as usual alongside Hermione who was scolding Ronald while he rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction.

As soon as she saw you, Ginny ran up to you and hugged you, almost knocking the breath out of you. A few moments later, Hermione spotted you and hugged you as Ron greeted both you and Harry.

"So, who's ready for this year then?" came in Dean's voice, who was followed by Seamus and Neville who were discussing something inaudible with Luna shortly behind them, holding a book and her suitcase.

You were very fond of Dean, he had always been nice to you, and at some point you couldn't deny you had a massive crush on him. You hugged him as the others caught up, greeting you.

Shortly, you all boarded the train, you, Dean, Seamus, Harry, and Ginny shared a separate section while the rest sat in the one beside you.

As you took your seats, you heard loud laughing and stomping, you could recognize them from a whole nother continent, the Slytherin boys. They walked past your section, to theirs, which is as usual at the end of the train.

The ride to Hogwarts was mostly peaceful, apart from the first years screaming simply because they couldn’t contain their excitement.

You fell asleep after the train took off and you woke up shortly after to loud speaking. You found your head rested on Dean’s, and you raised it as he looked back at you, smiling at you.

You smiled back at him before your gaze shifted to where all the noise was coming from, Draco, Mattheo, and Theodore had been standing at your door making fun of Seamus’s accent.

Harry was trying his best to calm Seamus down as Ginny barked words at the boys telling them to “fuck off” and “get going” or she’ll use her wand.

They of course didn’t bother, “what could a weaslette like you do besides use her brother’s hand me down wand and look through his old map?” spoke Draco causing them all to chuckle.

You decided earlier that this year you’d put and end to all this bullshit and begin standing up for yourself and for your friends and so you did.

You stood up from your seat, walked over to where they were stood and spoke “you speak about any of my friends again like that and i will cut your penises off one by one and seel them shut into your mouths.”

“oh look! sleeping beauty has awakened and chosen violence,” claimed Theo sarcastically laughing as the other two joined him.

As you went to shut the door in their face, Mattheo placed his foot stopping you from completely shutting it off, “You know Haworth the new act doesn’t suit you at all, you know I'd chop your fingers off one by one and make you swallow them before i let you touch my penis right?”

You scoffed at him and kicked his foot before sliding the door closed as he flashed you one of his usual cocky grins.

Mattheo had always had a thing for you, not in a good way though. Your father, previously a Slytherin, had been a very good friend of Mattheo’s dad before he snitched on him to Hogwarts and told the school about all of the Dark Lord’s plans.

Luckily for the lord, he was able to escape on time, but he never forgave your father, even after his death, and so what caused his son to hold such a grudge against you.

You sat back down in your spot next to Dean and chatted with your friends, and in no time, you arrived at Hogwarts.

You unloaded your bags and got to your rooms, unpacking everything in the room you and Luna shared.

Unfortunately, you and Luna were the only Ravenclaws of your group, which resulted in most of the time in you being split apart from the group, but for the most part you enjoyed her chill company as you shared many similar traits.

You would talk about books and your studies, about things you found interesting and remarkable things you learnt about people throughout the day, because you were both admirers in the same way. You enjoyed observing people and their movements as to not only study them, but to learn more about them.

A few hours later, most of the students had made it to the dining hall and so did you and Luna. You greeted your friends at their table before moving to sit on your own house’s.

As the sorting ceremony came to an end, you welcomed some of the new first years at your table as everyone began feasting on the mouthwatering foods and goods on the table.

As you ate your food, your gaze admiring all the people and appreciating your last first day, your eyes spotted the Slytherins, all 5 boys gathered around your friends at the Gryffindor’s table. They were talking about something inaudible to you but it was making both parties grow only more mad with time, and before you knew it, Draco punched Harry.

After that, and in a matter of seconds, the rest of the boys broke into a fight. Theodore continuously punched Ron while Ron barely managed to throw one back.

Blaise was trying his best to hold Draco back from Potter, opposing him was Seamus, who was for the most part doing the same.

That was when you spotted Dean and Mattheo, who were only screaming but being held back by Neville and Berkshire.

Before you could get there, the teachers had separated both sides and you ran as fast as you could there.

Harry’s face was now covered in blood, and so was Ron’s. Before you said anything, you escorted both the boys to Madam Pomfrey’s to get their faces fixed.

Behind you followed Ginny, Draco, Theo, alongside Mattheo.

You got there and made Harry and Ron sit for you while you called Madam Pomfrey.

She got there and gasped at the sight of the four boys. “Oh dear, what happened?” “y/n take care of the other two boys, Ron and Harry's are more severe.”

Last year, you started helping her because you wanted to learn how to be ready incase any fight like this, or worse broke out. You would help clean wounded quidditch players after their match, or cure the spells of the younglings who were just getting started with their potions.

You turned around to find the Slytherin boys sat next to each other, waiting to be attended to. Fuck me.

You walked over to them, scoffing, and grabbed a cloth with some cleaning liquid and started with Theodore. He was not as hurt because Ron barely got to punch him, he had blood on his cheeks, a slit in his eyebrows, and his lip was swollen.

You cupped his cheek with your hand to keep him steady, to which he scoffed, and purposely, you pressed the cloth on his eyebrow where you knew it would hurt.

He hissed at you and you smirked to yourself before you began moving your hand cleaning the blood off his wounds.

After all the blood came off, you grabbed a bottle which contained a serum for bruises and opened it. “Give me your hand,” to your command, Theo opened his hand and you dropped some of the liquid on his fingers.

“Now put this on your lips so it’ll be less swollen,” he did that and in just a few seconds, his lips were just again the pink color they usually were.

After you were done with him, you moved to Draco, who, unlike Theo, was more hurt.

Once again wetting the cloth and making sure you press on the spots you know will hurt. He let out a few words cursing you as you stuck some bandages on the spots which were not to be treated with the healing liquid and moved away.

You felt a gaze boring into your skull and you found Mattheo staring into your soul. You raised your eyebrows at him and he just shook his head, not wanting to discuss the matter further with you anymore.

The 6 of you left, and you and Ginny went back to your dorms whereas the boys were called to Dumbledore's.

Luna told you that she found out that per usual, the Slytherins were making fun of some first year Gryffindors when Harry had commented, which eventually resulted in a fight.

The next day, you headed to the breakfast hall, greeted your friends, had your breakfast, and all was well. 100 points had been deducted from both the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses.

After you ate, you headed to your first class with Ginny, Hermione, Seamus, and Dean. You got to potions class and stood waiting for all the other students to arrive so that you can begin your lesson.

In a few minutes, the majority of the class showed up and you began your lesson with Professor Slughorn. As he was going on, explaining the steps and ingredients needed to create an Amortentia potion, Mattheo Riddle and Enzo Berkshire burst into the room.

"A little late are we?" Slughorn spoke, "a'ght just get in and listen to what 'm sayin'" he continued.

After he finished the instructions, he decided to split you into pairs so that you will work effectively without the distraction of each other.

"Hermione and Laura, Ginny and Seamus, Berkshire and Cho, Dean and y/n haworth, Marietta and Bridget, and Riddle and Ophelia."

You got to work on your potion, heating the cauldron, crushing the Ashwinder eggs, stirring the powdered moonstone and pearl dust until the mixture turned iridescent. Dean then helped you add the rose thorns and valerian roots slowly while you were stirring clockwise, then you added a drop of a sprig of peppermint and let the potion swirl naturally.

The both of you were the first to finish as Hermione and her partner were struggling with the mixing and Ginny and Seamus were so far behind. You called Slughorn over and then he confirmed "perfect! 10 points to Gryffindor, 10 points to Ravenclaw!"

The class clapped for you, or most of it, where Matheo just scoffed as he struggled with the measurements. "Now, what do you smell Haworth?"

You came closer to the steamy potion, sniffing "I smell cranberry juice, chalk, old notebooks, pear custard pie, it's rather a very mellow and smooth scent i'd say sir" you said, looking up at Dean, you both knew whose smell that was, his.

Dean knew you liked him, you knew he liked you too, but you had come to a mutual decision to keep things professional as to not cause discomfort to each other.

"beautiful!" he said once again, impressed by your ability to create such a potion in such a short time.

"Now who else.. Riddle! Let's see what you smell!"

Mattheo proceeded to roll his eyes from crossing the room in a few long strides. He sniffed a bit before speaking, "well, I smell vanilla, uhh.. old books maybe, sweet raspberry, freshly washed hair, I suppose."

"wonderful! Now you do know what this potion does, everyone right? no? Anyone?"

You raised your hand to speak, "When you smell the potion, it triggers a memory of smells associated with feelings of affection and comfort."

"very well, now when you drink it?" he asked.

this time, Matheo Riddle spoke, "it can cause powerful infatuation or obsession from the drinker."

"that's right riddle, bravo!" With that, the class ended and you headed to your next.

You enjoyed the rest of the day, and at the end of your classes, you showered, using your new vanilla shampoo that you'd just bought earlier from Hogsmate.

You walked alongside Luna and sat on your table, quickly finishing your food as you were suddenly not feeling well.

When you finished your food, you excused yourself and got up to the bathroom, as you walked by the Gryffindors' table, Harry grabbed your wrist, "Hey, where are you going?"

"to the bathroom, I'm not feeling so well"

"want me to come along?"

"No, I'll be fine, thanks".

You made your way to the bathroom and as soon as you got there, you couldn't help but throw up everything you had just eaten.

As you were washing your place, cleaning up, you heard footsteps coming closer, and before you could even process what was going on, Mattheo was standing in front of you. "Riddle what the-"

"Listen, don't think I don't know what you're doing, but your little stupid games won't work on me."

"what-"

"don't act stupid, you're fucking smarter than that. aren't one of your house traits like super fucking smart or whatever. don't think by sneaking a potion into my food you can make me like you even the littlest bit, you humiliated me in front of everyone today, just because i smelt your stupid fucking vanilla shampoo, doesn't make me in love with you."

"Riddle, I didn't do anything! you sound ridiculous, what are you talking about!"

"stop acting dumb, goddammit! admit you did it! admit you fucking snuck the potion into my food! It can't be a coincidence, you're the only one who got the measurements right!" he was now screaming.

"calm the hell down you are honestly unbearable-"

before you could continue, you heard loud stomps coming near you, and as the sounds got closer, the ground shook from beneath you.

Before you could process, a giant troll broke into the bathroom, you couldn't help but scream, you and Mattheo both ran into the bathroom stall, the farthest one from the troll, as you shook in fear. Mattheo, however, was surprisingly keeping his calm.

In no time, the troll had broken all the stalls and gotten to yours. He broke the top off and when he saw both of you, huddled into the corner, he tried to grab you, but before he could, Matheo had used part of the broken toilet to jab it into his hand before he could reach the both of you.

You used that time to slip out of the stall and run toward the exit, as you turned around, you saw Mattheo running to you.

But before he could get there, the troll caught him, getting him near his mouth to eat. You cursed yourself for doing what you did, but you returned to help him.

You were already smacking his leg, urging him to drop Mattheo, and so, distracted by you, he did.

Mattheo landed behind the troll, on his back, coughing and struggling to catch his breath as the troll cornered you.

"Mattheo!! Help me!" you screamed begging for his help. "Fuck you! You got us into this, handle the fucking consequences bitch!" he said as he ran out of the bathroom.

Tears began trickling down your cheeks, however the course of adrenaline gave you enough strength to think quickly, and as the troll extended its arm to catch you, you jumped causing it to hit the mirror behind you instead.

The mirror shattered and the troll groaned in pain, you took some of the glass scattered on the floor, climbed on the remains of a sink that was on the troll's right and jumped onto its back.

You could tell the troll was a baby, not only because of its features, but because it was crying, trying to pick the glass off of its skin, which gave you the chance to get to where you were.

Putting your emotions aside, you jabbed the piece of glass into its hip, pulling it out, twice, pulling it out, three times, pulling it out, until it had fallen onto its stomach.

You jumped off, feeling exhausted as the adrenaline, which was your boost of energy, wore off, and fell onto the floor next to it.

You woke up, your head hurting, you touched your hand to your forehead to feel a bandage, beside you were Harry, Hermione, Luna, and Dean.

As soon as you opened your eyes, Dean gasped, "oh my god, she's awake! Someone call Madam Pomfrey!"

Luna smiled at you before she ran to call on Madam Pomfrey.

"Are you well?" Harry asked to which you nodded in return, trying your best to give him an authentic convincing smile.

"Head hurts, a lot. but I'm fine".

"I'm sorry no one was there to help you,"

what.. wasn't Mattheo there though? He helped you.

Then, before you could think more, Madam Pomfrey came into the room, followed by Dumbledore, Snape, Slughorn, and Luna.

Your friends stood up, backing away to let you talk to the teachers.

"Ms, Haworth, how are you feeling now?" Dumbledore asked,

"I'm fine sir thank you."

"We're going to let you rest for now, but when you're ready i need answers." you smiled at him nodding in agreement before madam pomfrey approached you.

"drink this dear, i don't usually use it, but it'll help with the pain quite a lot"

“thank you" you drank what was in the cup she handed you, gagging at the taste.

Then again, your friends approached you, Harry speaking "they don't know who let the troll in yet, but you did a wonderful job killing it, stabbing it over and over again, you were wonderful!"

"Harry! She just woke up!" Hermione scolded him.

"I'm sorry, I saw you doing unwell and thought it was just a bad day or something, I should've followed you, I should've been there. you shouldn't have been there all by yourself, i'm sorry you had to endure that all alone"

alone? mattheo was with you too.

"alone?"

“yeah alone, if it wasn't for you, others could've gotten hurt, but thank god you were able to stop it before it injured other than you." this from Dean.

“Was there someone else?” asked Hermione.

“No that i remember no.. i think i just need to rest and i’ll remember more clearly” you smiled at her and lay to sleep.

You could swear Mattheo was there, or maybe you were imagining?

It took you a few days to recover, and when you did, you were now sure that Matheo had been there but chose not to tell anyone.

How did you know? Well, he avoided your gaze, although he knew you were staring at him, he would avoid you completely when making fun of your friends, and no one mentioned his name alongside the incident.

If the others had known Matheo had been involved in this, his big ego would take all the pride and praise to himself.

As you were in the library, catching up on the studies you missed, Cho came to check on you and tell you that Dumbledore had called for you.

As you were headed to Dumbledore's office, you bumped into someone, you looked up to find the infamous Mattheo Riddle staring down at you, as he tried to run past you, you grabbed his wrist hard, "we need to talk" and you shoved him into an empty classroom.

He was taken by surprise by your strength but didn't complain as you locked the door, your back facing him.

Just as you turned around, you were suddenly taken back as he had caged you between his arms now, his hand on either side of your head.

"If I didn't know any better I'd think you brought me in here to kiss me," he chuckled coldly.

"Don't flatter yourself riddle, why the fuck aren't you telling people you were there! Dumbledore is asking to meet up with me right now and I will tell him that you were there. And what were you even talking about! You think I put a potion in your food?"

Just then, his eyes widened, and his hands were now wrapped around your throat, choking you slightly.

"Listen, for both your sake and mine, you will not tell Dumbledore I was there. What do you think it's going to look like? The Dark Lord's son was coincidentally there and managed to escape by chance! No! They're going to blame me, put it on me! They're going to say I let it in!"

You were now barely breathing and decided it was enough, you raised your knee, kicking Riddle in his stomach, and got away from him.

"Fuck you, you hit like a bitch Haworth”

“Maybe you did let in the troll! After all you did run away and were going to let me die! I came back for you i could’ve run away!"

"No body fucking asked you to! I swear to fucking Salazar this gets to Dumbledore and i will make sure a full grown fucking troll gets you!"

“Fine, I won't tell, on one condition, you find out who did and tell me".

"As if i would do such a thing"

"You don't have a choice do you though"

"fucking fine, i'll do that!"

"okay then, we have a deal" you said as you left the classroom.

You made your way to Dumbledore's and sat as you waited for him.

Once he entered the room, he once again wished you a speedy recovery before taking a seat opposite to you.

"So, I'm going to need you to tell me about exactly what happened."

"I was in the bathroom, not feeling very well, I mean sir it was a very tiring first day and my trip from home to here is quite long so.. anyway, I was there washing my face and hands after i'd just thrown up when I heard loud stomps.."

"okay go ahead"

"and well then suddenly he was here"

"who was?"

"uhh"

"do you need some time?"

"no i'm fine, the troll sir, he was there and i ran to the furthest stall to hide. And when he eventually destroyed all the others and got to me, he extended his hand to grab me and so i used a piece of the broken toilet to stab him in his hand and took the chance to hide under the sink"

"why didn't you run for the exit?"

"He was blocking it sir, and then he tried to grab me and instead punched the mirror, so i used part of it while he was busy crying, jumped on the sink, then on him and well stabbed him."

"and what happened after that?"

"Well, i remember him falling to his knees with me still on top, he hit the floor hard, then i rolled off onto the floor"

“Alright, one more question, how did you know it was a he?"

"Well, obviously sir, i'm one of the top students, hagrid taught us about trolls and i payed attention. You're not accusing me of letting the troll in are you?!"

"No, no, of course not. Would you like to add anything else?"

"No sir, that's all".

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