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[drcomttheo]

DRACO MALFOY x YN

summary: You and Draco have been working at the ministry together for over a year, and in recent months, he has begun to be nicer to you, and you've grown to have a crush on him and him the same. warnings: Fluff words: 1183 a/n: Excerpt from my fic "Black Cats and Broken Mirrors" Slytherin Boy oneshots—ML Slytherin Boy oneshots—AO3

𝙄 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙔𝙊𝙐

He entered the office in the ministry with an effortless grace, though today he appeared uncharacteristically disheveled; his hair was tousled, his eyes bore a shadowy depth, and his clothes hung wrinkled upon him, a stark contrast to his usual polished demeanor.

“Good morning,” you murmured gently, settling into your chair at the desk, the chill wrapping around you like a familiar cloak, while Draco stifled a quiet chuckle at the sight of your involuntary shiver.

“Always so irresponsible,” he began, his footsteps drawing nearer to you.

As you met his gaze, you observed that his arms were concealed behind his back, hinting at a secret that he was reluctant to share.

“Y/N,” he then declared, positioning himself directly before your outstretched hands.

As your gaze fell, you discerned the bag cradled within his grasp.

“What is this?” you asked as he gently released it from his hold, and he smiled at you, a warm and tender expression illuminating his face.

“Just open it, Y/LN,” Draco urged, and as he spoke, you complied, your fingers crawling through the depths of the bag, retrieving the object within.

It was soft like a piece of fabric; the hue was light, akin to a velvety cream.

“What's this?” You asked as you opened the fabric, and it revealed a cardigan that was just right for you.

“So you can stop stealing mine… Oh and this…”

A smile crept onto your lips, and as your gaze fell upon him, you noticed he was now holding a small tray adorned with two coffee cups.

“You didn't have to,” you spoke with a cheerful smile, your door widening invitingly for his entrance. You had several more tasks to complete before they headed off.

“Just say thank you…” He murmured gently, extending his hand, cradling a white coffee cup within it. “I got it from The Witch—”

“The Witches' Brew? That's my favorite coffee shop!” You spoke, your eyes alight with joy as you accepted the coffee and took a sip.

“I know…” Draco spoke softly, and you smiled as you took a sip. To your surprise, it was exactly to your liking.

Honey and Vanilla.

“It's precisely how I take mine... How did—”

“Know that’s how you take your coffee, Y/LN? Your taste leans towards vanilla rather than milk, honey instead of sugar, and you prefer the warmth of hot beverages over the chill of iced ones, as you believe that the ice dilutes the essence of the flavor. I know you, Y/LN; you just don't realize how well I do.”

You nearly sputtered on your drink at his words.

“Why is he doing this?” You pondered, your gaze fixed on him as he stood before you.

He brought you a cardigan and coffee and knew exactly how you liked it, but for some unknown reason, you just couldn't allow yourself to feel it—to be open and honest, no matter how hard you tried or how diligently you wanted to.

“Perfect, well, you should probably get going now. Thank you for the coffee, by the way, and this,” you said, picking up the cream cardigan, and then you gracefully waltzed around your desk, attending to a few things around the office.

TWO DAYS LATER

“Y/LN, I would just like to mention that I’m sorry if anything I did was too much. I was just trying to be nice. I—I don't want anything to change,” Draco murmured, his gaze locked onto you as he hovered above your desk.

“No, no, it's fine! Really, it's fine!” Your words were delivered in a manner so incredulous that even you seemed to doubt their truth. You didn't mind the gesture; you were just scared to fall in love.

“Y/LN…” His words slipped from his lips with a gentle softness, stirring a tumult within your stomach.

“Malfoy…” Your response came softly, almost like a whisper carried by the breeze. Before you could utter another word, he drew nearer, the distance between you vanishing, his gaze burning with an intensity that commanded attention as he began to speak.

“Promise me,” he began, his voice a hushed whisper as he leaned closer, their faces nearly brushing against one another.

As his words lingered in the air, you responded with a subtle nod of your head.

“Promise me that if you ever break my heart, you will end my life afterward, for I cannot bear another ounce of suffering.” As his words concluded, he saw you draw in a deep breath.

A tempest of feelings swirled inside you, rendering you uncertain of how to begin. The words echoed in your mind, a relentless mantra that played on repeat.

“If I—if I break your heart?” With a hint of confusion in your voice, you looked up at Draco, who leaned in closer, his hand resting on the desk behind you.

His gaze held an intensity that compelled you to avert your eyes, yet he began to speak before you could escape his stare.

“You'll end my suffering, promise me,” he pleaded.

“I won't kill you, Malfoy,” you declared, attempting to infuse your words with a lightheartedness that would dance in the air between you.

Yet, your efforts fell flat, for Draco's unyielding demeanor remained unchanged.

“Then you better hope someone else does if you don’t, because there is no corner of this world where you could hide from me. I would search everywhere until I found you again, and I wouldn’t rest until I convinced you to love me."

Once Draco had finished his musings, he straightened his posture, leaving you silent and hesitant to utter a word.

“I promise. I promise not to break your heart," you said, your voice gentle as you moved from the desk, a soft smile gracing your lips. “I have work to do now, Draco,” you whispered gently, settling down at your desk, leaving him enveloped in a comforting warmth that blossomed in his chest.

With the door closing softly behind you, you leaned against it, gradually sinking until you found yourself seated on the floor, your knees drawn up to your chest. You instinctively enveloped yourself in your embrace, tucking your head gently atop your knees.

You found yourself lost in thought, revisiting each word he had spoken to you, turning you over in your mind like pages in a book, again and again. It resembled a broken record, yet rather than feeling irritation at the unending cycle, you found yourself filled with delight.

Though dinner had not unfolded as you had envisioned, a sense of fulfillment washed over you—not due to the ministry's case, but from the case that is Draco Malfoy and your feelings towards him, those that had haunted you for years.

You had fought valiantly to suppress those feelings, even during your time at Hogwarts, yet now it seemed an insurmountable task to keep you at bay.

No matter how fervently you tried to convince yourself that your feelings had faded, the truth remained stubbornly intact, echoing in the recesses of your mind just as it had for all those years.

[drcomttheo]

MATTHEO RIDDLE x YN

summary: You have to ask Mattheo on a date... part 2 warnings: Fluff, Angst words: 1505 a/n: Slytherin Boy oneshots—ML Slytherin Boy oneshots—AO3

𝖣𝖠𝖳𝖤 2

The days of the week slipped by in a blur, and suddenly, Friday had arrived.

It was on this day that I was to go on a date with the Slytherin Prince, Mattheo Riddle.

The final class of the day flew by with such swiftness that it almost felt as though it had not occurred at all.

My mind was consumed by thoughts of the date and the curious reason behind his invitation, especially since it was my turn to extend the offer.

Maybe he had the same plan as me?

The next thing I knew, I was in my bathroom, getting ready for a date.

A date.

One with Mattheo Riddle—it seemed more foolish the more I thought about it. I couldn't stop arguing with myself long enough to decide whether or not I was going on this date because I wanted to or because I had to, but deep down, I knew it was because I wanted to.

I felt more mindless the longer I thought to myself. I have had a crush on him since he sat next to me in my first year. It was Muggle Studies, and of course, he had to be my seatmate.

He was a boy who harbored a deep-seated hatred for me and anyone who wasn't pure blood.

I quickly applied some makeup, finished getting dressed, and headed out to meet him at the Three Broomsticks. I walked inside the noisy building, immediately feeling overwhelmed.

This feeling subsided as soon as I saw him.

He stood up to meet me as I walked over to his table.

He donned a sleek black suit jacket that hugged his frame perfectly, the turtleneck beneath it adding an air of effortless sophistication. It struck the ideal balance, neither too casual nor overly formal; it was simply perfect. His brown curls cascaded in perfect waves, a testament to his effortless charm, as always. His eyes sparkled with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine as they met mine, a silent promise hanging in the air between us.

"You look lovely, Y/LN," he said, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile. "Surprisingly," he added quickly.

"I can't believe I was actually going to receive a compliment from you," I said, rolling my eyes slightly with a smile. I settled into my chair as he graciously pulled it out for me, and together we found our places at the table.

With a playful smirk dancing on his lips, he opened his menu, his gaze flitting over the words as if searching for something special hidden within the pages.

"Oh, come now, Y/LN," Mattheo teased, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "You know I've showered you with compliments before."

I let out an exasperated sigh, my eyes drifting upward in a dramatic display of annoyance.

"I don't remember receiving any compliments from you, Riddle," I remarked, a teasing lilt in my voice. "Maybe I've just forgotten."

He let out a soft chuckle, his deep brown eyes sparkling with mischief as they locked onto mine from above the edge of his menu.

"Maybe I was just too subtle," he mused, a playful smirk curling at the corners of his lips. With a dramatic roll of my eyes, I couldn't help but express my exasperation once more.

"Mhm, you really think you're the king of subtlety, don't you?" I remarked with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. He let out a soft chuckle, a warm smile gracing his lips as he closed his menu and set it down gently on the table.

"You know, Y/LN, it is possible to have a conversation without sarcasm and rolling your eyes," he teased.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips, amusement dancing in my eyes.

The conversation and laughter continued as the date went on, and I found myself actually enjoying his company. 

Of course, I would never admit to him that I was enjoying his company. There was a part of me that wondered if he was actually enjoying himself as well, but he was too adept at masking his emotions to give anything away.

In that moment, a realization washed over me; I had neglected to pose any of the inquiries that Ron and Harry had so eagerly urged me to ask. A faint frown crossed my face as the memory of that brief conversation resurfaced in my mind.

A wave of guilt washed over me as I considered the deception; his sincerity was palpable, almost disarming. Yet, one could not forget that he was Mattheo Riddle, a young man who bore the weight of his lineage, clinging to many of the same convictions that had shaped his father's dark legacy. 

"You're awfully quiet all of a sudden, Y/LN," Mattheo remarked, pulling me from the depths of my reverie.

I abruptly emerged from the depths of my musings, summoning a faint smile to grace my lips.

"I'm just thinking; you've barely insulted me at all this evening," I remarked, striving to maintain a playful tone in our exchange.

"Oh, trust me, Y/LN, there’s still plenty of time for that," he replied, a smirk dancing at the corners of his mouth.

With a playful roll of my eyes, I conveyed my amusement.

"I’m not so sure, Riddle; it seems to me you might be losing your edge," I teased, relishing the playful exchange that danced between us. He let out a soft chuckle, reclining in his chair with a sense of ease.

"You wish, Y/LN," he replied, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "My insults are as sharp as ever."

A smile crept upon my lips, for the manner in which he uttered my name never failed to evoke an unusual sensation within me.

~~~

As we strolled through the well-known, softly illuminated corridors of the castle, a genuine smile graced my lips for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

We paused before the Gryffindor portrait, and Mattheo grasped my hand. His touch radiated an unexpected warmth.

"Well, this is where we leave each other, then," he said, smiling slightly.

"I suppose it is," I responded thoughtfully.

He leaned forward, and in that instant, my eyes widened with surprise, a fleeting shock that swiftly faded as his lips brushed against my cheek. Yet my cheeks remained aglow.

"Goodnight, then," he remarked, retreating slowly while maintaining eye contact, a smile gracing his lips. With a playful wink, he pivoted gracefully on his heel, and in an instant, he vanished down the corridor.

Stop smiling.

Stop smiling.

Stop smiling.

Merlin, this was ridiculous. I quickly tried to hide away my smile as I made my way to the Gryffindor portrait, but I failed miserably, as I couldn't get the rose color out of my cheeks. Or the smile off my face.

I shuffled into the common room, making my way over to Harry and Ron, who were sitting on one of the couches.

"Y/N, you're back!" The boy with the lightning scar.

"How did it go with Riddle?" Ron asked his question with a slightly sarcastic tone.

I couldn't help but smile; even if I tried to hide it, I would be lying. And they would know. They knew me too well.

"It was... fine," I said lamely. Immediately, Harry and Ron started rattling off questions.

"Did you get any information?"

"Was he nice to you?"

"Did you enjoy your time with him?"

"Why are you smiling?"

"Do the Riddles have a plan?"

Their questions echoed in my mind, intertwining and creating a cacophony that left me uncertain of which to address first. I opted for a comprehensive overview.

"It was lovely," I said. "He was lovely. We didn't really talk about that..." Instantly, their expressions shifted, a palpable wave of disappointment washing over their faces as they fixed their gaze upon me.

"You didn't talk about his plan?" Ron inquired, his voice laced with barely contained fury. "That was the whole point, Y/N; don't tell me you're actually falling for the git's lies and distractions? You're smarter than that, Y/N."

I cast a disapproving glance at Ron. "All I am going to say is, I don't think you have to watch out for Riddle," I smiled, but it was extremely sarcastic.

"Please, Y/N, he's using you!" Ron remarked.

Yeah, because how could anyone like Riddle actually like me?

I grabbed my bag, standing up abruptly and angrily.

"For your information," I said, my throat beginning to burn. "Riddle was perfectly kind to me tonight. And I had a lovely time, and neither of you cares because I didn't ask him your stupid questions!"

"Y/N," Harry started, but I cut him off.

"No! I don't want to hear it. I'm going to bed." I stormed off, taking the stairs to my dorm two at a time and slamming the door behind me.

Why the hell couldn't they just let me be happy for once?

With a simmering frustration, I commenced my preparations for the night ahead. All that occupied their minds were those foolish, intrusive little schemes. As I drew the blankets tightly around me, the chill of the winter air sent shivers down my spine.

Yet, warmth blossomed within as I reminisced about our date, a smile gracing my lips. In that fleeting moment, the anger I felt towards Harry and Ron faded into the background, eclipsed by the joy of that cherished memory.

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[drcomttheo]

MATTHEO RIDDLE x YN

summary: You have to ask Mattheo on a date warnings: Fluff words: 1021 a/n: Excerpt from my fic "Inordinate love" or find it on my ML that's pinned. Slytherin Boy oneshots—ML Slytherin Boy oneshots—AO3

ᴅᴀᴛᴇ

Ask Riddle on a date?

How do you ask him on a date?

You were a nerdy Gryffindor who had never been on a date, and you regretted that you were becoming anxious about this.

You quickly put on your robes, gathered your books, and headed to your first class that day, Charms.

As you were making your way to class, your feet quickly found the path seemingly on their own; your mind was reeling.

How were you supposed to do this?

Why did you even accept Harry's foolish proposal?

How were you going to ask Mattheo on a date?

Being the first student in class gave you more time to think.

Did you ask him during class?

After class?

Surely it couldn't be that hard.

The worst he could do was say no.

Then he walked into the room, beautiful brown hair perfectly tousled as always, leaving the lingering scent of his cologne in your nose as he passed your seat.

Mattheo took his seat next to Milicent and she cuddled up to him quickly and you felt even more dumb than you did before.

You couldn't stop your wandering eyes; you couldn't help but look at him.

His hair was flawless, except for one stray strand that tangled annoyingly between his eyebrows. Milicent moved it out of his face. He gave her a pointed look and you noticed he was fidgeting with the large ring on his middle finger as he sat.

His warm skin contrasted with the green of his robes.

He was undoubtedly beautiful.

You looked away quickly as you felt your cheeks change.

You felt like a little puppy and you hated that he made you feel that way.

You were foolish; it was inevitable that he would say no.

"Can anyone tell me the counter spell to Engorgio?" Professor Flitwick asked, interrupting your thoughts.

Easy. 'Reducio'.

"Mr. Longbottom. Give it a go." Flitwick spoke as he gripped an unusually large quill. "Use the counter spell to Engorgio to restore this quill to its normal size."

Neville huffed and made his way to the front of the class.

Please. This was third-year magic.

You stopped paying attention and opened your textbook, beginning to read ahead in the lesson. You already knew all of this and as you began reading ahead, you were snapped out of your thoughts when suddenly a paper bird landed softly in front of me.

You glanced around the class, confused, until your eyes met a pair of deep brown ones.

His eyes flashed from your face to the paper, like he wanted you to read it.

"Open it," Mattheo mouthed, smiling, and you complied. Then, in sloppy cursive that seemed strangely forced, you read:

"Dinner Friday with me at six?"

You began to smile, looking back at him and nodding while mouthing "Yes." you folded the note back and slid it in your bag as you sighed in relief.

Things had strangely worked out.

You didn't have to ask him out, but then questions came to mind...

Why was Riddle asking you on a date?

What was he planning?

Did he like you?

Were his intentions to obtain information? Did his intentions align with mine?

The rest of class was mundane, so you continued to read ahead, and as soon as you were dismissed, you rushed to tell your best friends that Mattheo Riddle had asked me on a date.

Harry and Ron were both extremely pleased.

Harry repeatedly reviewed the plan with me, outlining the questions you should pose Mattheo, the information you should gather, and any details related to the order.

You weren't really paying attention.

You couldn't get him out of your head.

Why was he asking you out on a date?

He couldn't stand you.

The fact that you were muggleborn and that he hated you was obvious every time you entered class.

He consistently demonstrated a lack of interest in you.

Something about Mattheo's approach was bothering you, yet you had to cooperate to obtain the necessary information.

You hurried into the Great Hall, passing by all the other tables filled with students and soft chatter, your face still red from the recent events.

Mattheo had asked you on a date during class and you were completely flustered as you sat down next to Harry and Ron.

You attempted to ignore Riddle, but Harry caught you off guard and he frowned slightly as you sat down. "What's up, Y/N?" He asked and you shook your head quickly.

"Nothing, Harry."

"Oi, check it out." Ron said, elbowing Harry.

"Riddle's got a staring problem." Ron nodded in the direction of the Slytherin table, where Mattheo was taking a seat.

Despite your efforts to avoid looking back, you found yourself doing so.

You focused your gaze on him, and suddenly, brown and (eye color) collided, causing your face to turn red once more.

"What a prick." Harry said and you tore your eyes away and opened a textbook angrily.

You tried hard to convince yourself that you actually believed what you had said.

"He must have a thing for you, Y/N." Ron joked.

"Actually, he did ask me out..." You stated, but then continued, "But it's weird, right? I mean, he hates me," you stated.

"Would it really be such a stretch? I wouldn't rule it out; he might like you, and it's beneficial for the plan," Harry added.

You shrugged, not knowing where to take the conversation.

You snapped back into reality when Harry's voice reached your ears. "That's brilliant, Ron. Actually a fantastic idea." Harry stated.

Ron and a great idea?

"What is?" you inquired.

"Ron was thinking..." Ron interrupted, eyes bright. "I was thinking since you are going on that date with him and since he obviously has a fondness for you; pretend to like him, see what information he might reveal." Ron said and Harry reiterated, "Yeah, go on the date and pretend to like him; get close to him and see what he'll tell you,"

You were slightly shocked, but agreed.

"Okay, fine," you said instead.

"Thank you, Y/N." Harry said.

[drcomttheo]

✧·ﾟ: *✧·ﾟ:* 　　 *:·ﾟ✧*:·ﾟ✧ — # ❝ i put a spell on you❞| mattheo riddle PAIRINGS — any house! reader x mattheo riddle GENRE — fluff/angst WARNINGS — mild cursing and violence WC — 5.7k masterlist.  authors note- this is purely fiction is not to be taken seriously

this is late, but Happy Valentine's Day to everyone ᡣ𐭩 -------------------------------------------------------

Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts. It was the craziest day at Hogwarts. That and finals week. 

The hospital wing was usually filled with people who were under a love potion or people who thought they were under a love potion. 

You thought it was a good idea to volunteer to help Madam Pomfrey. 

She has been known to use only when she is frustrated and stressed out to slip up and use some choice words no matter the age of the student. 

Things were going well. She had given you the girls to deal with. They had plenty of antidote for the love potion. And something that tastes just as similar to it for those who believed they were under as well. 

“Merlin’s Beard! Mr. Riddle, I thought I told you-“

“Pomfrey I swear I didn’t start this one. He did.” Mattheo said gripping the boy next to him. The boy he was gripping had his head looking up pinching his nose with his tie. “Didn’t know he was a bleeder. Anyways this one thought I was hitting on his girlfriend.” 

The boy tilted his head forward, “You were. Ah!” 

“Mate tilt.” Mattheo pushed his head back. “I was just asking her a question, can’t ask girls questions anymore.” 

“Mr. Riddle please go to Miss.____. She will clean you up.”

Mattheo smirked walking over to you. As Pomfrey took the over boy to one of her beds. 

“Hi pretty.” 

“Riddle.” 

“Come on ___ you have cleaned my face enough to call me by my first name.” Mattheo sat on one of the beds. 

You positioned yourself in front of him gently tilting his face up. You pulled his tie out of its knot putting it to the side of him. 

Mattheo smirked, before wincing a little. “I like it when pretty girls undress me.” 

“Mattheo…” 

“Alright, I’m sorry Miss.___ please continue.” 

“I just need you to keep your face straight and your mouth shut. Why do you have so much blood on you? Look at it, it’sall over your button-down. And why were we flirting with his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day?”

He huffed, “For the up-teenth time I was not flirting. I was asking her a question. We had just gotten out of class. I was asking if her brother was able to still get us fire whiskey for a party. Next thing I know he’s grabbing me by the collar andI’m getting punched.”

“Hmm. If he attacked you, why does he have a broken nose and you have a few scraps.”

“I’m scrappy.” He knew you were unsatisfied with the answer. “He punched me first but I punched him back. Not that hard. All of a sudden crack, and blood and he fainted on my chest. Bleeding out. I don’t know why he freaked out.”

You snorted. 

“What?”

“Mattheo it’s Valentine’s Day. Of course, he is going to have his guard up.”

“So every boyfriend is a jerk to everyone but his girlfriend.”

You shook your head no. He hissed as you went over a scrap. “They are just jerks to you. Mattheo Riddle one of Slytherins top playboys.” 

Mattheo audibly gasped, the stretch of skin caused more blood to come off the cut. 

“Mattheo stop twitching.” 

“I am not a playboy.”

You politely tucked your lips in not saying anything finishing up cleaning the blood off of his undeniably gorgeous face. 

“You think I’m a playboy?”

“When you call every girl pretty, sweetheart, or love it’s kind of hard not to. Plus there’s the long list of lovers you had.”

“Please don’t say lovers. The word gives me the heebie-jeebies. And I haven’t slept with that many girls.” He said innocently giving her puppy dog eyes and looking up at her. 

“That’s a lie. And you are usually a pretty good liar Riddle.”

“You wound me.” He gripped his chest. 

“Hopefully it’s just internal bleeding then. I can’t keep cleaning your wounds for you Mattheo. I mean your pretty face is all scarred. These fights are just not worth this trouble.”

Pretty. He repeated in his head. “Some of them are from Quidditch.”

“I assume so when you are fighting with Gryffindors over practice time or after the game when someone can’t keep their mouth shut.”

“Well, it’s good to know that my personal nurse knows my proclivities. She can always be prepared for the job.” 

You rolled your eyes with a smile. You hated that a little bit. How easily you gave into his little flirtatious remarks and kind words. But that’s what they were words. Mattheo Riddle is not someone to put trust in. Not with your heart. Boys like him break it and let it roll off their backs. 

“Oh, would you look at that someone got cookies?” Mattheo smirked picking up the cellophane bag and seeing the vanilla round biscuits with a heart cutout in the middle filled with jam. 

Mattheo's fingers played with the parchment paper tied to it with a white satin ribbon. “Happy Valentine’s Day. Enjoy the sweets from your secret admirer.” Mattheo grimaced at the idea of someone else catching her eye. 

“Riddle stop with the face.” 

“Who is the secret admirer?” 

You decided not to answer him instead laying a band-aid across the bridge of his nose. 

“___?”

“I don’t know. That is the whole point of a secret admirer. To not know who they are,” You shrugged in return. 

Mattheo pouted, he ripped open the bag and ate two of the cookies inside.

“Mattheo what the hell those were for me.” 

“So what like you were going to eat all of them? There was a full batch in this thing. Here you go if you want one so bad.” Mattheo took one of the cookies and tried to put it in your open mouth. 

You smacked the cookie right out of his hand, “I don’t like strawberry jam.” 

“Quite uncivilized of you, m’lady.” Mattheo joked. “So I can have them all?” 

“Yes.” 

He nodded stuffing his face full of the small cookies. 

“You better be listening to me Mattheo.” You instructed him with a finger in his face

He shook your pointer finger, “Of course.” He mumbled getting crumbs all over himself. 

“Oh, dear lord. I’ll find Theo and tell him myself because you can’t take care of yourself properly. Now look me in the eye.” 

Mattheo looked up at her watching her talk. 

“First off I used glue on the cut across the bridge of your nose and small sutures. That means do not have another fight for a whole week. It will just bust open again. The others apply this cream on them in the morning and at night. They should be healed in a day or two.” You handed him a jar. 

“Right apply daily.” 

You gave him a look of disapproval. 

“I know mornings and nights. And when I apply to myself I will only think of you.” 

You rolled your eyes at his flirtatious nature, “do not say things like that. I’m writing a note for Nott. That boy has more common sense for these things than you do.” 

“What does that mean?!” 

“Shh.” You pinched his lips together. “Dear god we are in the hospital wing. It means Theo has more of a handle on medicines and things of that nature. And better handle on you. For the most part. Unless he wants you to act like a dog off-leash.”You laughed at him. 

“You are lucky you are very cute ____ otherwise I would have to make you pay for that one.” 

You felt a bit flushed.

“Alright, I see you around ____. You should definitely come to the party tonight.” Mattheo said pointing at you pickingup his things. 

You gave him a short wave, “Bye Mattheo.” You said with a quiet voice. You ripped off the note for Theodore stuffing it in your pocket when you saw him in your next class.

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A couple of hours later Madam Pomfrey had let you leave after a couple more people came in. But thankfully people came to their senses about the day. 

You sat next to Theo in transfiguration. “Mattheo mentioned a party tonight?” 

“Him and his big mouth. Inviting every pretty girl that gives him attention.” 

“I…- I am not like those girls, Nott.” You made a disgusted face at the accusation. “I believe it's just another thank invite for fixing his face again, this morning.” 

“Son of a witch.” He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. “Give me the instructions, that damn asshole. He just adds to my workload. He isn’t even my cousin. Malfoy should have to take care of him.”

You laughed at Theo’s frustration as you passed him the note. 

He read it over whispering to himself as he read. “Can’t get into fights for a week?” 

“Yeah, the cut above the bridge of his nose was deep. The guy that punched him had a house ring on, nasty cut.”

“We have a quidditch match on Monday.” 

“Tell Mattheo to control his impulses then.” 

“Easier said than done.” 

You ignored his attitude opening your book to the last chapter Mcgonagall covered in class. 

A paper ball hit the back of Theo’s head, when he turned around Enzo was pointing at the ball on the floor. Nott rolled his eyes picking it up and reading Enzo’s sloppy script. 

‘hey! You agreed to the plan! You are just as tired as all of us hearing Riddle go on and on about her! Get in there and flirt!’ 

Theo groaned crumpling the paper shoving it into his robes pocket turning to you. “So are you going to come?” 

“Huh?” 

Theo smirked, poking at your side, “You know the party.” 

“Oh. I thought you didn’t want me to come.” You squinted at him as you joked. 

“What? Of course, I want a..pretty girl like you to come.” Dear lord in heaven this better be worth it. 

“Hmm. Y’know, I always thought you didn’t like me for the longest time.” 

“Crazy. Did you like the cookies?” 

You dropped your quill. Theodore Nott was your secret admirer. And he bakes?! 

“Um? What?” 

“The vanilla and strawberry jam heart-shaped cookies. I left them with Madam Pomfrey and she said she would give them to you.” 

“Oh yeah, those.” ‘No, I didn’t like them. Also, your best friend ate them all.’ “I have to be honest Theo…” 

Theo nodded turning towards her, tilted his head. Maybe this go over better if they were not aquatinted. “Yes tell me.” 

“The cookies were delicious. I am however not a big fan of strawberry jam.” 

“Oh ok. You can blame Pansy for that one. I will remember that for next time.” He smiled at her softly nudging you. “But you’ll come to the party tonight?” 

Your burrows furrowed together, “Sure. definitely.” 

“Good. Great. We should probably pay attention to class now.” He said to you. 

You hummed trying not he completely petrified of the idea of Theodore Nott having a crush on you. 

Theo turned slightly on his stool looking at Enzo and Pansy giving them a thumbs up with a smirk. It did not go unbeknownst to him that Mattheo was staring at him. 

Mattheo was boiling, getting hot underneath the collar, “Blaise do you know anything about Nott and ____.” 

“Just that they are transfiguration partners, I think he said something about inviting her to the party. When Enzo was helping him in the kitchen last night.” 

“Why were they in the kitchen last night?” 

“I could have sworn you were there with them.” 

“Blaise, why were they in the kitchen last night?” 

Blaise put his quill down looking at him, “Enzo was helping him bake cookies. They both burnt the first batch. Thank godEnzo can read Parkinson’s handwriting. It is just so girly.”

Mattheo cleared his throat, sitting there stewing in his emotions. He could not get over the fact that someone else, let alone his best friend, had a crush on ____. Not when he was in love with her. 

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You waited patiently outside at the end of class, Pansy helped him with those cookies. And she is the biggest blabber mouth you have ever known. Exactly why you never told her that you had a slight crush on the Dark Lord's son. 

You grabbed Pansy’s shoulder away from her gaggle friends. “Sorry need to borrow her for a minute.” 

“Excuse me for a second.” She said as she bowed away from her Slytherin friends. You pulled her away down into a side hallway. “What can I help you with ___?” She asked innocently. 

“Oh drop the act. You knew Theodore Faustus Nott fancied me and you didn’t tell me?!” 

“I guess I didn’t think about it.” 

“You are a horrible liar. You knew this entire time and you didn’t say a thing.” 

“It was not my secret to tell.” She mentioned. 

“Bullshit. You are such a blabbermouth. You blabber everyone's secrets. Everyone here knows it.” 

“Well, Theodore begged me to keep a secret, threaten me if I told.” Pansy reasoned with her. “Did you enjoy the cookies?” 

“I would have if they were any other flavored, except the jam. I hate jams. And I believe you knew that. Since I avoid them like the plague.” You pointed out to her.

“So you did not eat them?” 

“No. Mattheo saw them and ate them all.” 

“Mattheo?” She questioned with a tiniest smirk resting on her face.  

“I am not telling this story again. Ask Theo or Mattheo what happened to his face. Now I have to figure out a way to let Theo down easy on Valentine's Day. Of all days Pansy.” You sighed frustrated leaving her in the cut-out of the hallway. 

Once you were out of sight she silently chuckled to herself, quickly running over to Enzo and Theodore. “The plan is working! Even if she is mad at me. Slight problem though he ate all of them.” 

“All of them? There were like 10 cookies in there. Is he going to be ok?” 

Theo nodded his head clearing his throat, “Yes he will be fine, it was just a light coating I put the jam on. As long as you grabbed the right antidote when you went to the hospital wing today for your headache.” Theo said looking at him. 

“Yes! Of course, I did. You all doubt me so much.” Enzo defended himself. 

Theo and Pansy at the same time crossed their arms, tilting their heads. 

“I should not have to defend myself.” 

“Right, so as soon as he confesses his love for her, you give him the drink with the antidote in it. And everything will be fine.” Pansy went over the plan again. 

“As long as he doesn’t kill Theo first,” Enzo mumbled as he looked at Mattheo. 

Who was slumped against the wall across from them with Blaise and Draco at either of his sides, spinning his Slytherin house ring between his fingers, and boring wholes into Theo. 

“Maybe I should talk to him.” Theo reasoned. 

“I think you if want to get strangled here and now please do.” Enzo countered. 

Theo ignored him, walking over to Mattheo anyway. “Riddle, come have a smoke with me I have to finish off this pack before the end of the day. Snape has been checking bags again. Apparently, someone broke into his cupboards and stole ingredients again.” 

Mattheo nodded following him outside to the courtyard. Theo handed him the cigarette as they stood on the other side of the tree facing away from the windows. 

“So the fuck happened to your face?” Theo asked with a smirk. 

Mattheo laughed heartily, as smoke came out from his mouth, “A prick came at me with his fist. But I was a little faster. These are just a few scraps.” 

“Right. Remember not to fight. ____ does not want to see you hurt again.” 

Mattheo's smile was still on his face but his eyes were devoid of emotion, “Is that what you two were talking about? Laughing about? About my constant fighting?”

“Mattheo let’s not-” 

Mattheo took a long drag, “No we are going to discuss it. Because you cannot just come flouncing in and think you can just fuck with her.” 

Theo cleared his throat to speak. 

“Not fucking finished.” He shoved the cigarette between his lips, turned on his heel grabbed Theo by his robes shoving him up against the tree. “I love her. Can you say the same? Now I do not wish to upset ____ by getting into another fight. Today. But stay the fuck away from her.” The words jumbled out as smoke flowed into Theo’s face

Theo challenged him pushing his best friend off of him, “Why should I when you are too much of a pussy to admit your feelings?”

Mattheo nodded his head, “ok.” Mattheo punched him across the face. 

Theo put his hand to his face. As much as he wanted to hit back he knew deep down, that Mattheo was not in his right mind. 

“Stay the fuck away from her,” Mattheo warned again. 

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You were in your next class, sitting down trying to pay attention to Snape’s lecture. This proved to be mighty difficult as Mattheo decided with McLaggen to switch seats with him. And Mattheo was just sitting there, face sitting on his hand giving her love-dove eyes. 

“Mattheo please stop staring at me, pay attention to the lecture. I doubt your cousin is going to want to give you this lesson again.” 

Mattheo reached over brushing hair out of your face. It was not a completely strange gesture, he had touched you without permission before not that it bothered you. It was just how Mattheo was with people he was comfortable with. But this felt more intimate. 

You looked over at him staring him down to be a little more serious. 

“Couldn’t you give me this lesson then?” He said with a loving smile. Mattheo grabbed her hand as it was writing more notes, “please.” 

Your eyes darted to his knuckles and how they were bruised. “Mattheo is that from earlier today?” 

“What?” He looked at his hand. Not to upset her and to bring up Theo he quickly agreed, “Yes.” 

“Why did you not say anything to me? I would’ve had some ice for it and had some ginger root tea to stop the inflammation. I should have noticed it.” 

“Miss._____? Is conversation with Mr. Riddle more interesting than the lesson?” Snape came over interrupting the conversation. 

“Sorry Professor, it was my fault. My hand was bothering me and usually Miss. ____ has some ginger root with her. She has learned a lot from your lessons in potions and Professor Sprout in Herbology to know what plants help people.” Mattheo smiled brightly at his Professor. 

“5 points from each of your houses. Do pay attention in class, Mr. Riddle.” 

“Of course, Sir.” Mattheo smiled smugly at him. Snape continued his droning on with the lecture.

Whereas Mattheo resumed his activity of just staring at you. You decided no amount of pleading and telling him to focus was going to work. Maybe by helping him later on with the homework assignment, he would learn something. 

At the end of the class, you were gathering your things and Mattheo waited for you. 

“Mattheo you can go.” 

“No I can’t, ___ I wanted to walk you to your next class. You have Advanced Herbology.” He held out his hand for you to take. 

You nodded. He was acting weird. You took his hand and felt his pulse pounding through his veins. 

“Are you feeling alright?” 

“Never better. I promise. I have this amazing nurse who always takes care of me. Ever since my third year I fell into poison oak leaves during Hagrid’s class. She is just amazing.” 

“Well, you tell her I am very concerned about you. You are acting strange today.” 

Mattheo shrugged, “Or I am acting like a true version of myself.”

You snorted, “Nope. Trust me, Matt, I know you pretty well to know what your true self is. And it is not this fairy tale book Prince Charming.”

“Well, then I am sorry you don’t feel that way about me. Hopefully, by the end of the day, you will change your mind about me.” 

You were in front of the classroom. “I will be here when we have astronomy together.”

“Matt you don’t have to do that-”

“You’re right I don’t have to. I want to. Anything for my girl.” He said kissing your cheek quickly before walking away cooly.  

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For the rest of the day, Mattheo followed you around. And not like a lost puppy more like a rottweiler. If anyone looked at you funny or looked in your direction you were sure he was going to bite their heads off or worse. 

While if he looked at you it was like you had a halo surrounding you. It was strange. But it was also very Mattheo if was looking to start a relationship. Funny how he was making fun of it this morning and then here you were. 

You were finishing up notes from DADA and eating lunch when Mattheo kept tapping the table in front of your book. 

“What is it, Matt?” 

“Nothing just wanted to see your pretty face.” He smiled at her as he rested his head in his palm. 

He looked goofy to you but it was a sweet gesture as you smiled fondly at him. “Thank you, Mattheo, but I do have to finish these notes.  We have a test on Monday.” 

“DADA tests are easy you just have to remember the spells and the right movements. Thats all you need to know.” 

“And when to use them. When it's appropriate to use the spell. If it's an offense or defense. There are a lot of factors you have to know.” You jested back to him. 

“You better finish all these notes and plan to do homework tomorrow because this evening you are going to the Slytherin party.” 

Shit. The party. That was tonight. The party Mattheo got punched in the face for. The party Theodore Nott invited you to on his behalf because he wanted to be your Valentine.

“Must I?” 

Mattheo nodded his head, “Of fucking course you do! And you get to be accompanied by yours truly. You know they say I am the Prince of Slytherin house.” 

“I don’t think they say that. I don’t think that is something to be proud of. And wouldn’t you be the heir I have heard a lot of girls call Draco the Prince. Because he is handsome.” 

“You think my cousin is handsome?” He asked with a little bit of disgust on his face and a tinge of sadness in his voice.

“I guess. But he is not as handsome as you Matty.” 

Mattheo half chuckled with a playful grin on his face. “But you not so much now, cute across your face is really off-putting.” 

Mattheo pinched the apple of your cheek, “Again you are lucky you are cute. And that I like you.” 

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You were refiling your cup with the spiked juice that was set up when someone grabbed your arm pulling you away from the table and behind a curtain. 

When you slapped the handoff of you and looked to see who it was, you stopped thrashing about in his grasp. “Nott what the hell?!” 

“Sorry, but I had to talk to you quickly.” 

“Well, I have been meaning to actually talk to you. While I am flattered that you like me and that you put thought into the little gift you made me. I just do not find you attractive. If I am completely honest I kind of have feelings for Mattheo. Well for a long time and I think he might actually like me back. Now please excuse me I want to finish filling my cup, not that Mattheo would let me get away from him to do it myself can you believe it..” You stop mid-rambling looking at Theo’s eye, “Theo what happened to your face? You should really…drink ginger tea….wait did Mattheo do this to you? I knew his knuckles were not that bruised earlier.” 

“Yeah about that…so you know those cookies I made you?’ 

“Yes. Listen, Theo…” 

Theo clamped his hand over your mouth, “No you listen see I let a bunch of idiots minus Blaise and Malfoy convince me to make them love potion to gloss over the jam section of the cookie.”

Your burrows scrunched together in anger as you mumbled against his hand, “What?!” 

“Now the love potion was not for you from me. Because I do not like you that way at all.” Theo shook his head in almost disgust.

Bit of a blow to the ego there. 

“Please like you are my type. Or I’m yours. The cookie was for Mattheo, and I was told that I should flirt with you so he would just confess how he feels about you. And I have the antidote for him so afterward once he does so everything will go back to normal. I completely forgot how much of a monster he could be when challenged.” 

You pried Theo’s hand off your mouth, “And you thought this was a good idea?”

“To be fair I was pretty high when I agreed to it. And it was the best idea Pansy and Enzo could come up with. Normally a jealous Mattheo would say mean comments, sudden bursts of anger, and bury his feelings about the matter. Mattheo on love potion though…well he is violent more than usual.” 

“I could have told you that. You should have come to your senses when you were sober.” You pushed the top of his shoulder blades. 

“I know. I know. But Pansy said this was the only way to make him confess to you.” 

“You are all idiots. And a love potion?! Of all things? That is not real love and to do that to him?”

“Again I wasn’t thinking straight and they said I couldn’t back out of the plan. They are blackmailing me with…things.” 

“Things.” 

“I don’t want to repeat it in case you plan to blackmail me as well,” Theo said. 

“That is your concern right now not the fact that you drugged your best friend because he is too chicken to-” You were cut off by a punch coming through the curtain hitting Theo square in the nose. 

“Didn’t I tell you to stay away from her?” 

“Trust me mate I know. I have come to my senses and my guilt on the matter.” Theo said holding his nose. Thank god his nose did not break but blood was pouring down his face. 

“Mattheo what the hell?!” You screamed in horror putting your hands over your mouth and dropping your cup onto the floor. 

“____ don’t listen to him, he is just going to use you and leave you. That is what he does. He doesn’t care about anyone other than himself.” Mattheo seethed in Theo’s direction.  

“Oh for Salazar’s Sake!” Theo grumbled. “Draco! Enzo! Blaise! Pansy! Get over here!” He yelled over to his friends 

The three boys joined them inside the small out-cove of the Slytherin common room, everyone still watching as Mattheo had a blowout and crazed look in his eyes. Blaise turned around everyone, “Please don’t mind us, go back to the par.

“Malfoy and Blaise hold him. Enzo give me the damn antidote I won’t be taking any more hits from him not anymore.” Theo ordered. 

“I am not holding my cousin like a toddler for no reason,” Draco said. 

“I don’t know mate, look at him he looks like an animal and not in the usual way,” Blaise said to Malfoy in a whisper. “I think we should hold him.” 

Malfoy and Blaise came around Mattheo grabbing his shoulders and arms keeping him in place. 

“I am fine just no one here is allowed near ____.” 

“Mattheo please just listen to them. Just drink the antidote and everything will be fine. I promise.” You started to say to him holding his face so he would have to look at you.  

“Ok, whatever you say, love.” He said as he softened like pudding in your hands. 

“You have got to be kidding me right now.” Theo gagged hard on air trying to keep his stomach contents down. “Give here now.” 

Enzo handed him the vile he took from Madam Pomfrey’s trolley this morning. As Theo was going to add it to a fresh cup of pumpkin juice, you noticed the color of the vile. 

“Hold on. This is an orange antidote. Enzo are you kidding me this was your half-baked plan and you couldn’t even grab the right vile. Orange is the placebo pink is the real antidote.” 

“Pansy helped me too. And she was my guard when Pomfrey came back around.” 

“You liar. I was busy leaving the cookies by ____’s station. Theo and I told you a million times pink. Did you get distracted by that Ravenclaw girl again?” Pansy accused as they started to be a long fight back and forth. 

“Stop!” They quickly quieted down at the suddenness of your raised voice. “Fighting isn’t helping Mattheo. You are all lucky Pomfrey gave me an antidote just in case I did ingest any love potion today. It is in my bag.” 

You walked away quickly, up into the dormitories. You looked around Pansy's room for the bag finding it just where you stored it. Right underneath her pillow. Coming down the marble flight of stairs, vile in hand with flared nostrils and anger in her eyes, poured the baby pink substance into the cup of pumpkin juice. 

“Matty just drink this and you will be fine. Angry. But fine.” You told him. 

“Ok.” Malfoy and Blaise held on to him as you poured the drink down his throat. 

He swallowed all of the cure to the love potion, and soon after he started to feel better. He looked around a little drowsy but came too, and went to lung at Enzo and Theo. 

“I’m going to kill the both of you.” 

“It was his stupid idea.” Theo pointed to Enzo. 

“Hey! You agreed to it.” Enzo agreed back. “All because he didn’t want you to whine anymore. What a great best friend you have.” 

“I did not whine.” 

“… You did mate,” Theo muttered. 

“A lot,” Blaise added on. 

“Bloody hell it bled into summer vacations. I think my mother wanted to drown you in the fountain.” Draco chuckled a little at his remark. 

“Well, I guess cats out of the bag now.” Mattheo groaned as his head lobbed back before popping back forward again. “Listen, ____…_____?” 

Mattheo looked around the the small room for you, when Pansy pointed through the curtain. You had walked away from the party and the group. Is this how Mattheo had to be, had to be under a love potion to admit his feelings to you? It was hurtful. Was it so embarrassing to be with you? No, what was embarrassing was that now everyone and their mother knew he was under the spell, and worse his friends did to him. 

You were half up the stairs out of the dungeon with hot tears flowing slowly down the curve of your cheeks. When you heard Mattheo calling for you. You didn’t stop no you kept going.

He managed to catch up grabbing your arm, “____? I called your name like a hundred times. Please stop running away— You’re crying? Why are you crying.” Mattheo pulled your forearm into his chest slightly embracing you. 

“Why am I crying? Because your embarrassed to be with me!” You whispered-shouted, shoving yourself away from him curling into yourself. “And now everyone knows that. If Mattheo Riddle doesn’t like her then who will.” You mocked. 

“What? No, ___ I do like you. I have always liked you. Now…more than just friends. I wasn’t embarrassed about liking you.” 

“You weren’t?” 

“No.” Mattheo fidgeted with the ring on his finger looking away from you, “I was embarrassed of myself. Worried that if we were together how would people react and well…I was scared of how they would treat you because of me.” 

“Matty…” You reached out to him and hugged him tightly. When you were letting go of him and pulling away, you were staring into his big brown chocolate eyes. Even when they had dark circles around them and littered with scars from all the scraps and bruises they were still so beautiful. Mattheo had the faintest grin on his lips, as he lightly pushed the hair out of your face. It was then you knew, lips touching as he softly kissed you. Most would think with a boy like him he would be fierce and controlling which you had no doubt, in the near future he probably would be. But now he wanted to be sweet and gentle. 

Stopping and looking at you one last time, his hands held your face wiping any remaining tears streaks on your face. 

“This isn’t going to be a one-time thing.” He said. 

“I would hope not.” 

“And I won’t ever need a love potion ever again with you.” 

You punched his shoulder with a smile, “And if anyone says anything about me being with you, you can always just fight them.” 

“Really?” 

“Of course, I’m always here to clean you up.” You told him pinching his cheek. Mattheo winced from the bruise that was there earlier. “After you heal from your other wounds first. Doctors orders.” 

“At least my doctor isn’t Theo anymore. He is so rough with me. He doesn’t have smooth hands like yours.” Mattheo said kissing your cheeks. “Do you want to go back to the party?” 

“I was thinking of your dorm room.” 

“Have I mentioned I love you?” He said as he quickly picked you up and threw you over his shoulders as you giggled happily. Mattheo Riddle was all yours. 

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summary: You, Enzo and your family eating breakfast warnings: established relationship, fluff, kids words: 760 a/n: This is an excerpt from my story, Amidst the Chaos Slytherin Boy oneshots—ML Slytherin Boy oneshots—AO3

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A tiny Enzo approached the door, his little legs moving in a charming, endearing waddle.

The little one danced on their tiptoes, eyes sparkling with excitement as they stretched their hands up toward Enzo, a beacon of hope and joy.

"Up," declared the child with the shimmering golden locks, eyes sparkling with excitement.

Enzo flashed a mischievous grin, his head tilting just so, as he effortlessly scooped her up, cradling her against his back with an ease that spoke of familiarity and warmth. "Hurry, Daddy, hurry!" The tiny voice of the child broke the silence.

"Hey, Celeste, don't forget—no running in the house!" With a knowing glance, you guided her gaze toward her husband, carefully lifting Celeste from his back and placing her gently at the table.

The small girl released a frustrated sigh, her hands striking the table with a resounding thud. "Eat, eat," Celeste urged, her body wiggling with eager anticipation.

"Enzo, darling, would you be so kind as to fetch Leo for me?" With a determined nod, he set off down the hallway, anticipation bubbling within him as he approached Leo's room.

You carefully arranged a plate with two delicate portions, just right for their two cherished little ones.

The food was artfully arranged—a delightful spread of eggs, biscuits, and jam, with vibrant slices of juicy strawberries to enchant the little ones.

She poured her heart into crafting meals for her children, striving to make each one a perfect balance of nutrition and delight.

At just four years old, Celeste's appetite appeared to expand with every fleeting moment, as if she were a tiny star drawing in the universe's delights.

She embraces the thrill of culinary exploration, a stark contrast to her younger brother Leo, who prefers the familiar and safe.

He possesses an uncanny ability to be exceptionally selective about his meals, frequently turning down anything presented to him just like her dad.

His meals frequently end up on the floor along with the spirited outbursts of a two-year-old, which is a familiar scene that plays out with a certain chaotic charm.

The tantalizing scent of the freshly prepared meal enveloped Enzo, drawing him back into the dining room with an irresistible allure.

"It smells delightful, my love," he remarked softly, carefully settling Leo into his highchair. "Thank you," you said, a warm glow spreading through her as you gently placed the smaller portions before the eager children. "Your kindness means a lot to me."

Enzo observed the two children as they playfully picked at their food, their small hands reaching for morsels with innocent curiosity. He chuckled softly, watching as Leo impulsively tossed the strawberries aside, their vibrant red splattering against the earth. "I hope I get more than this," Enzo remarked, his gaze lingering on the meager portions on the children's plates.

You shook your head, a hint of annoyance flickering in your eyes, as you placed Enzo's meal before him. It was a feast, brimming with hearty portions and an abundance of protein, designed to satisfy even the most ravenous of appetites.

"So, the auror office was... considering a promotion for me," you said with a bright smile, seated across from her husband and beside Celeste.

Enzo's expression shifted in an instant, his meal vanishing before our eyes as he leaned forward, anticipation dancing in his gaze, ready to share his thoughts. "Y/N, that's absolutely incredible! Why didn't you tell me this earlier?" Enzo inquires with an upbeat spirit.

"I had my doubts about whether it would come to fruition, but it seems today is the day they wish to discuss it with me." Enzo felt a warm smile spread across his face, a sense of pride swelling within him as he reflected on all the remarkable achievements you had garnered during your years at the ministry.

"That is wonderful news, my love," Enzo replied, a radiant smile gracing his lips as he eagerly scooped a spoonful of the delectable substance and brought it to his mouth.

You smiled back, glancing at her children. Leo's face was a mix of concentration and crumbs, as he seemed to be consuming more of his meal than actually eating it while Celeste devoured her food with a fervor that suggested she had never known hunger before.

As you reflected on the winding path that had brought her to this moment, a wave of warmth washed over you, filling your heart with an intensity that was both comforting and profound.

A smile broke across your face, a reflection of the satisfaction swelling within you at the strides you had taken. A decade past, you could never have foreseen the twists and turns that would lead her to this moment in time.

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Parenting 101

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The Black Sisters

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THEO NOTT x YN

summary: You buy Theo a phone. warnings: Fluff, soft smut words: 1113 a/n: Excerpt from my fic "Black Cats and Broken Mirrors" Slytherin Boy oneshots—ML Slytherin Boy oneshots—AO3

"HI"

A beautifully wrapped gift awaited, its colors shimmering softly in the light.

It lay ensconced in vibrant green wrapping, adorned with a shimmering silver bow, an exquisite pairing that epitomized the essence of a Slytherin.

“Now, this is for you,” you said as you stood before him, arms extended, presenting the gift with an eager anticipation.

He regarded you with a bemused expression, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Just open it!” You urged him with a soft sigh escaping your lips, your voice lingering in the air; he acquiesced, his fingers deftly working to peel away the layers that concealed it.

“Did you do this color scheme on purpose?” he asked as he shed the emerald green wrapping paper.

You shrugged and gave him a warm smile.

“Maybe…”

“What is this…” Theo's brow furrowed in curiosity as he gazed down at the pristine white box before him. His fingers glided along the smooth surface with a deliberate grace, coaxing it open.

Inside lay a phone, strikingly similar to yours but larger, perfectly designed to fit his strong, capable hands.

“Now you can talk to me,” you said, smiling brightly, as if the air shimmered with unspoken possibilities. “I already put my number in there for you,” you said, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

He took the phone out of the box, his fingers brushing against the sleek surface as he examined it, a spark of intrigue lighting up his eyes.

“Did you put any pictures in there, too?” Theo inquired with a sly grin, and you responded by rolling your eyes before playfully swatting him.

“You get to see me in real life; why must you need a picture?” You inquired, and Theo scrutinized you from head to toe.

“Well, I don't get to look at you… like that all the time,” he said with a smirk. Your cheeks flushed, and you shook your head.

“Maybe, if you're lucky…”

“If I’m lucky? Why else do you have those pictures, Y/L/N? If not, to send them? Who was the lucky guy?” Theo remarked as he glanced at you, noticing your brows furrow slightly and your cheeks flush even more.

“What—no one—I took them for myself! I didn’t send them to anyone, and besides, if I did, it was a long time ago, and none of your concerns, Nott!” You exclaimed, and Theo chuckled at your unexpected outburst.

“You didn’t have to get me this,” he remarked, making an effort to ease the tension in the air.

Cradling his new phone in his hand, he turned it on and, while waiting, glanced over at you.

“You could just say thank you,” you remarked, crossing your arms. Theo then sets the phone down on your coffee table, swiftly and gently tackling you onto the couch cushion, showering your face with soft kisses.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice low as you placed another gentle kiss on his lips.

However, before he could do anything more, you pushed him up and off of you.

“As I mentioned earlier, I have already entered my number so we can communicate as much as you’d like… Oh, and I also added a few of your favorite songs…” You spoke in a calm voice that drifted through the air, and Theo smiled as he sat up.

“It’s perfect, really…” he started as he picked it up. “I’m sure it’ll take me a couple of days to figure it out…” He exclaimed while grappling with the glowing screen, and you chuckled.

“Perhaps it will take weeks… But truly, it’s not as difficult as it seems. Look,” you said, rising gracefully from the couch, your movements fluid as you glided over to the counter.

You reached for your phone, and within mere seconds, a high-pitched ding echoed through the room, breaking the silence like a spell cast in anticipation. 

Beep. Beep.

As the phone rang, Theo's gaze fell upon the screen, where the name "(First and last name)" was illuminated in bold letters, stirring a mix of emotions within him.

“(First and last name)? Isn’t that a touch too formal?” Theo inquired, his finger hovering over the message, while you merely shrugged, a hint of mystery dancing in your eyes.

“Well, that’s my name, isn’t it?” You echoed the sentiment, and Theo chuckled softly yet remained silent, utterly absorbed in his new gadget.

You, amused, waited patiently to see what he was up to.

After what seemed like an eternity, your phone chimed, the word ‘Hi’ glowing brightly on the screen.

A burst of laughter escaped you as you read the message.

“In just ten minutes, all you managed to type was ‘hi’?” With a lighthearted giggle, you found amusement, while Theo responded with a dismissive scoff.

“I couldn't find the letters! Will you leave me alone? I'm new to this!” He expressed his offense, and your laughter only grew, a melodic sound that danced through the air as you twirled into your bedroom.

Theo's brows knitted together in confusion, a storm of thoughts swirling in his mind. You merely hummed a playful tune before shutting your door, leaving him on the couch, anticipation hanging thick in the air.

After what felt like an eternity, his phone lit up with a soft ding. As he clicked on the notification, a rush of warmth flooded his cheeks, and his eyes widened in surprise.

It was an image of you captured in a way that highlighted your figure, adorned in a deep red lace top that elegantly accentuated your curves, complemented by matching lace underwear that embraced your form. In a sudden rush of emotion, Theo tossed his phone onto the couch and hurried to your room, flinging the door open to discover you swaying gently in front of the mirror, seemingly lost in admiration of your reflection.

Without uttering a word, he leaned in, capturing your lips with his. In one fluid motion, he lifted you effortlessly and laid you down on the bed, eliciting a surprised squeal that mingled with his kiss.

“Tease…”

Theo gently pulled you closer, his hands gripping your thighs as he positioned you so that your red lace panties were perfectly aligned with his zipper.

You felt a warmth rise to your cheeks as his hands glided over your form, appreciating the way the red lace embraced your figure flawlessly, the hue accentuating the flecks of gold in your (eye color) eyes.

Every aspect of you captivated him, and he found himself yearning for your presence.

He towered above you, gently pressing his lips against yours before trailing his hands downward, teasingly exploring your entrance, his fingers gliding over the delicate lace.

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Heat of the moment 🔥

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loving you even if it means doing so in secret

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I didn't know that even a Mud- or rather... you, Granger, could look so decent (damn beautiful)."

"F*ck off, Malfoy."

"... Have you been crying, Granger? Come on, care for a dance? The night is too short to let some idiot ruin it for you."

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Which one do you like more?

Fanart by me

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DRACO MALFOY x YN

summary: You tell him you are single warnings: Fluff, angst words: 1280 a/n: Same story as Blaise's just with Draco

Happy birthday Draco Malfoy<3

Slytherin Boy oneshots—ML Slytherin Boy oneshots—AO3

Spoken for

In the dimly lit common room, shadows danced around you and Draco as the clock ticked softly in the background.

The air was thick with a sense of mischief, and boredom hung heavily between you.

With a shared glance, a spark ignited, and you both agreed to break the monotony with a game of truths, the night promising secrets and revelations yet to unfold.

"Alright, I've got something. Have you ever been in love?" Draco took a slow sip from his cup, the amber liquid swirling like liquid gold in the dim light.

"Me?" You inquired before allowing your thoughts to settle. "No, I suppose not."

"What's holding you back? There are countless boys at school who would be thrilled to have the chance to be with you." Draco couldn't help but tease, a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned closer, the air thick with unspoken tension.

"Oh, come on..." you replied, a hint of disbelief lacing your voice as you shook your head slowly. "I guess I'm just waiting on someone else. Anyway, it's my turn."

Draco let out a soft chuckle at your initial response, his posture relaxed as he leaned back against the plush couch cushion, a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes as he awaited your next question. "Fire away."

"Have you ever been in love, then?" You inquire, inching closer to him, curiosity dancing in your eyes.

A delicate blush blossomed on Draco's cheeks at your inquiry, and he gently placed his glass upon the table, a moment of hesitation hanging in the air between you.

"I have..." he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper as he averted his gaze, a flush creeping across his cheeks.

"You have?" You say, a smile dancing on your lips as your gaze meets his...

Draco let out a soft sigh, his arms folding over his chest as a hint of shyness crept into his demeanor.

Yet he maintained a serious expression, determined to mask the flutter of uncertainty within him.

"Yeah, I have..." He confessed once again, "But it's complicated. They're off limits."

Your gaze lingers on him, curiosity dancing in your eyes.

"What do you mean? What makes them off-limits?" you inquired, leaning in closer; your curiosity piqued.

Draco's gaze fell upon you, his heart racing as you leaned closer.

The delicate beauty marks that adorned your face caught his eye, each one a whisper of allure that threatened to pull him deeper into a world where only the two of you existed.

He shook his head slightly, forcing himself to return to the present, aware of the intoxicating spell you cast with just a glance.

"They're spoken for," Draco said simply.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Malfoy," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. "Well, it's your turn then."

Draco shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips. "I'm not too fussed over it," he replied, his tone light and carefree.

"There's no way this person will ever like me the way I like them." Draco let out a soft sigh, his head shaking gently as he chose to leave the subject behind, the weight of it slipping away like a forgotten dream.

"So anyways, tell me about your most embarrassing moment?" He inquired, his mind racing to conjure the most unexpected question imaginable.

"Wait, wait—why do you say that? I'm sure they like you," you say, your gaze lifting to meet his eyes, a hint of warmth in your voice.

Draco's gaze drifted toward you, his eyes catching the subtle worry etched across your features, a silent question lingering in the air between you.

His smile was warm, a gentle acknowledgment of the affection you offered. "Don't stress about it; no more questioning; it'll drive me mad." Draco let out a soft chuckle, his fingers playfully ruffling your hair.

"Now, come on," he urged, a teasing glint in his eyes. "What's your most embarrassing moment? Surely you've got a few good ones."

"Oh, remember that one time in our third year when you decided to trip me right in front of the entire Great Hall!?" you exclaimed, playfully nudging him as laughter bubbled up between you.

Draco let out a soft laugh. the warmth of your playful hit on his shoulder, igniting a flood of memories that danced between you both, vivid and cherished.

"In my defense, you insulted me first." Draco chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. "And it's not my fault you have no balance."

You let out a soft sigh, your eyes drifting upward in a playful gesture of exasperation. "I do have balance! You tripped me!"

"Sure you do," Draco teased, a knowing smirk playing on his lips, fully aware of your undeniable lack of coordination.

"Remind me again who has to teach you how to ride a broom every year?"

"Shut up! you are so annoying!" you exclaim, fixing your gaze on him with a mix of frustration and undeniable attraction.

"Hey, and by the way... I'm not spoken for..."

Draco's lips curled into a smirk at the first comment, relishing the playful banter that flowed between them.

It was moments like these that he cherished the most.

At your last comment, he turned to you, a brow arched in curiosity, "What?"

"I'm not spoken for; I know you were talking about me," you say, a playful smirk dancing on your lips as you lock eyes with him, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Draco stared at you with wide eyes for a second; he never expected you to figure it out; he assumed you thought he was talking about some random person.

Draco stood frozen, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts, as his heart thundered in his chest, racing faster than he ever thought possible. "And what makes you say that?" he inquired, a casual façade masking the storm of emotions brewing beneath the surface.

He averted his gaze for just a moment, fully aware that if he continued to stare, the truth would spill from his eyes like ink on a page, revealing everything he desperately wanted to keep hidden.

In the depths of his heart, Draco found himself captivated by you for countless reasons: the way your laughter danced through the air, the warmth of your smile that could light up the darkest days, the cleverness of your humor that always left him wanting more, and the fierce spirit of your attitude that drew him in like a moth to a flame.

Everything about you was a spell he could not resist.

He could not help but find it endearing how you perpetually stumbled over your own two feet, tumbling off any broom you dared to ride.

The way you ignited with passion over the smallest of matters captivated him completely.

"Draco!" you call out, your voice laced with urgency as you seek to draw his gaze.

Draco's gaze shifted, breaking through the haze of his thoughts as he turned to you, his eyes wide with disbelief at your confession.

"What?" he breathed, the word hanging in the air like a spell waiting to be cast.

Draco's heart raced like a wild stallion, each beat echoing in his ears as his mind spun with a whirlwind of thoughts and endless possibilities.

In a heartbeat, you find yourself leaning in, your lips brushing against his in a moment that feels both electric and timeless.

Draco's thoughts ceased to exist as your gentle lips brushed against his, igniting a spark that sent shivers down his spine.

His eyes widened in shock as his brain caught up to what was happening.

He didn't even hesitate and quickly began to kiss you back, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek, pulling you closer.

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Hi, first of all I really like your work <3

Could I ask for a short story with Matteo and hufflepuff reader in a hogwarts setting (but more college style). The reader is shy and awkward in social situations in general, and is oblivious of any romantic instances. I would love to read something soft and fun where Matteo is trying to actually flirt with the reader, but they think it is just friendly banter. Maybe some of the Slythering gang is nearby and are just enjoying the show and betting on the outcome XD Even better if there are books involved or simply a bookish setting.

Thank you :)

MATTHEO RIDDLE x YN

summary: You are a reserved Hufflepuff just trying to study. warnings: Fluff words: 1418 a/n: Hope you enjoy, anon! Slytherin Boy oneshots—ML Slytherin Boy oneshots—AO3

𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍

Hogwarts had now offered higher education; after the seventh year, you could continue education for university—still within your assorted house—and you were a Hufflepuff.

You were in your third period of the day, which happened to be private study, so naturally, as the bookish reader you are, you found yourself within the confines of the library, trying to catch up on your studies.

This changed when a sudden influx of noise caught your attention, prompting you to shift your gaze to the tall double doors, where you saw Mattheo accompanied by the rest of the Slytherin gang.

The resonant thuds of their footsteps echoed through the air as they made their way into the library. Mattheo, the ringleader of the group, drifted a bit from his companions, meandering through the aisles of books. He plucked a few volumes from the shelves, his face betraying a disinterest as he skimmed their pages.

Your eyes flickered toward him at intervals, each moment drawing him nearer and nearer.

After a brief interlude, Mattheo discovered himself positioned directly before you, where you sat.

Little did you know, he was already well-acquainted with you, having noticed your wandering gaze every few seconds, prompting him to gradually draw nearer.

At that moment, he stood above you, a commanding presence, and he released a deep, deliberate sound from his throat.

“Busy studying?” Mattheo's gaze pierced through the pages of the book, his intense dark orbs flickering up to meet yours. A brow arched in playful curiosity, an amused smirk danced across his lips, hinting at secrets only he knew.

"Yes... I have an exam next period..." You said, your voice warm and inviting, a friendly smile gracing your lips.

Before you could utter another word, he had settled into the chair beside you, an eager glint in his eyes. He laughed a little because he thought you were shy yet nice. Then he leaned back in the chair and put his hand on the armrest next to you.

"An exam, huh? I don't care about those; they're all a bunch of rubbish to me." He answered with a sleepy smile on his face.

"Well," you began with a laugh, "I care about my grades, and I also like the subject. But what are you doing here if you're not studying?" You questioned yourself as you cast your eyes around the library, and once you did, your gaze came into contact with some of the other Slytherins that sat on the opposite end of the library.

"Eh, just a bit bored." Mattheo lied, glancing over to where his friends sat a few tables away. He could tell they were trying to discreetly look over at you and him.

He sighed before diverting his gaze back towards you, a smirk spreading across his face. "Besides, I saw you sitting here all alone... figured I'd keep you company."

"Okay... that's fine then..."

Mattheo let out a soft chuckle, his arms folding across his broad chest as he reclined once more in the chair.

"I must say, I'm surprised I've never really noticed you until now," he admitted while his eyes continued to wander over your body.

"That's okay! I tend to keep my head down and mind my studies!"

"Ahh, a studious one, huh? I like it." He mused, his smirk growing wider. "Cute and a nerd."

He leaned closer to you, a mischievous twinkle in his dark eyes, and lowered his voice so that only you could hear him. "I have to admit, I've always had a bit of a thing for the smart ones."

Your brows knitted together ever so slightly, warmth creeping into your cheeks, and a small smile tugged at your lips—he was merely being friendly; surely, he extended his kindness to all. However, the moment felt different when you locked eyes with Draco Malfoy, who was playfully nudging Theo Nott while they snickered in their small group.

Mattheo caught the direction of your gaze as it wandered towards his friends, and with a subtle roll of his eyes, he released a soft scoff. "Ignore them... they're just being idiots." 

“I see that,” you murmured, your gaze drifting back to the pages of your book, yet in that moment, Mattheo leaned in closer and quietly closed it, interrupting your thoughts. 

He wore a sly smile, his eyes locked onto yours. "Now there's no need for that... I prefer your attention to me, not your book." He playfully teased, his other hand gently coming to rest upon your knee.

You glanced at him and then went down to your knee, and within a matter of seconds, you quickly picked his hand up and placed it back on the table.

"I don't know what you are talking about..."

Mattheo's smirk deepened, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes as he observed your swift reflexes, intrigued by your valiant effort to silence him. 

"Playing hard to get, are we?" He chuckled, his voice low and smooth. "No need to be so uptight, love. I just want a bit of your attention, is all."

Your cheeks flushed with warmth as you gathered your books, clutching them tightly to your chest. Rising from the table, you felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness swirl within you.

"I need to study! I'm sorry! I don't mean to be rude..." You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a fleeting moment, Mattheo's expression softened, and a gentle chuckle escaped his lips as he observed your bashful demeanor. He couldn't help but find your bashfulness endearing.

"Ah, no need to apologize." He uttered those words, reclining once more in his chair. "I'll back off for now. Wouldn't want to get in the way of your studies."

Your smile lit up his face, and then your gaze shifted to his companions, who seemed to be amusing themselves.

"What are they laughing at?"

Mattheo's eyes flicked to his friends, a fleeting hardness crossing his features. "Like I said, they're just a bunch of idiots. They're probably just amused by the fact that a smart person like you isn't falling for my charm." With a scoff, he rolled his eyes, a gesture laden with disdain.

His charms? You thought to yourself, was that what he was doing? Flirting?

Mattheo let out a soft chuckle, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he observed the dawning realization that spread across your face.

"Ah, I see you are beginning to understand. Took you long enough." He leaned forward on the table once more, a playful glint in his eyes as he teased. "You must know people usually fall at my feet, right?"

"I'm sorry? I'm not sure what you are talking about."

Mattheo's lips curled into a smirk, a glimmer of delight dancing in his eyes as he reveled in the playful exchange.

"Let me clear it up for you then." He said, his tone bordering on cocky. “Want to go out with me?" He inquired, casting a fleeting glance at his friends.

They were silently forming words you couldn't decipher, their attempts to conceal their broad smiles failing miserably, and as Mattheo turned back to you, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. "I guess my friends are anticipating your answer as well."

"Me? What? I—sure?"

Mattheo's smirk blossomed into a genuine smile at the warmth of your acceptance. "Great." He said, his expression softening momentarily. "How about this weekend, then? I'll meet you by the Black Lake after dinner on Saturday."

"That's fine..." you murmured softly, cradling your books against your chest, striving to quell the warmth rising to your cheeks and to regain your composure.

Mattheo caught sight of your flustered expression, a grin spreading across his face as he reveled in the delightful way you were behaving. "Looks like I've got you all flustered." He playfully taunted. "Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you want me to."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips in response to his words, and in that fleeting moment, he returned your expression with a brief yet warm smile of his own.

"I'll see you then, then," you said quickly as he rushed out of the library past his friends; we were clapping slightly.

Mattheo let out a soft chuckle, a smirk lingering on his lips as he watched your hasty retreat. As he turned to look at his friends, they gave him a sly grin in response.

"Looks like you scored a date, mate." Blaise playfully nudged his arm, a mischievous glint in his eye.