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HarryPottersTwin!Reader x Mattheo Riddle

Hi!! This is one of my first blurbs so please be gentle! I’m new to this and don’t really know what I’m doing so I’m sorry if it sucks 😭

The crisp autumn air swept through the Hogwarts courtyard, carrying with it the laughter of students. She leaned against the stone balustrade overlooking the lake, her eyes reflecting the sunlight dancing on the water’s surface. She had her mother’s striking features, but her fiery, unapologetic spirit was entirely her own.

It was that spirit that had caught Mattheo Riddle’s attention.

Hidden in the shadow of an archway, Mattheo watched her with an intensity he couldn’t explain. He’d grown up in the dark shadow of his father’s name, always feeling like a piece on someone else’s chessboard. But she made him feel like more—like there was still light to be found, even in the depths of Slytherin.

“Still lurking, Riddle?” came a voice, smooth and teasing.

Mattheo turned sharply to see Blaise Zabini smirking at him, arms crossed.

“Mind your business, Zabini,” Mattheo replied, but his voice lacked its usual venom.

“You’ve got it bad, mate,” Blaise said, chuckling. “You do realize she’s a Potter, right? You know, the sworn enemy of every Slytherin with a pulse?”

Mattheo rolled his eyes. He was well aware of the complications, but he couldn’t stop the way his chest tightened whenever Mackenzie entered a room.

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She sat by the fire, absently twirling her wand between her fingers as Hermione droned on about an upcoming Transfiguration exam. Her thoughts were far from spells and schoolwork. She couldn’t shake the feeling that someone had been watching her all afternoon.

“Earth to miss potter!!” Ron said sarcastically before tossing a Chocolate Frog at her. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“More like she’s thinking about a certain someone,” Hermione said, raising an eyebrow.

“Shut it, you two,” She replied, though her cheeks flushed. The truth was, there was someone who had been on her mind lately—Mattheo Riddle.

She didn’t know why. Maybe it was the way his dark eyes seemed to pierce through her defenses, or the way he carried himself with an aura of defiance. There was something about him that intrigued her, even though every logical part of her screamed to stay away.

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A week later, she found herself sneaking out after curfew. She needed some air, some space to think. The Forbidden Forest, while dangerous, offered a quiet solace she couldn’t find elsewhere.

She wasn’t alone for long.

“Potter,” came a voice behind her, low and smooth.

She spun around, her wand at the ready, but her breath hitched when she saw him. Mattheo stepped out from the shadows, his hands raised in mock surrender.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

“I could ask you the same,” he said, his lips curving into a smirk.

They stood there in silence, the tension between them almost tangible. Finally, Mattheo spoke.

“I don’t hate you, you know,” he said, his voice soft. “Despite everything—your name, your family—I don’t hate you.”

She blinked, caught off guard. “Why would you even bring that up?”

“Because,” Mattheo said, stepping closer, “I need you to know. I need you to understand that you’re different. You’re… impossible to ignore.”

Her heart raced as his words sunk in. “Mattheo…”

“I shouldn’t feel this way,” he continued, almost to himself. “But I do. And I think you feel it too.”

She didn’t answer—not with words, at least. Instead, she took a step forward, closing the space between them.

“Maybe I do,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Mattheo allowed himself to hope.

Bambi’s done yapping!!

Please tell me it wasn’t absolutely horrendous!!

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Why is wanting everything in my life to be pink and covered in bows a bad thing?

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