#mattheoriddlexyn

[aur0ral1ghts]

ᴄʟᴜᴇʟᴇss

ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ʜᴀs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ʏ/ɴ, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ. ʜᴇ's ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ 3ʀᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ʜᴇʀ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs; ᴋɪssɪɴɢ. ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴɢ. ғʟᴜғғ!!

ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ.

Mattheo has been in love with Y/n ever since their 3rd year, and pretty much the second they met, Mattheo fell. Hard. But he couldn't help it, i mean, the way her dimples show whenever she giggles or the way her eyebrows furrow when she's confused. He noticed pretty much every single detail of you. Your favorite subjects, favorite candy, favorite color. He didn't mean to be creepy. He was just an observing person.

FLASH BACK...

"Give me my books book!" You had muttered, trying your best to stand up to the two 5th year students who had just taken your books, holding them up, over your head. "Not a chance." One of them smiled viciously, taunting you even more by swinging the books. Then, a flash of white light came, along with someone yelling a hex at them both, instantly knocking them down like dominoes. Your books had been knocked out of their hands, landing directly infront of your feet. You gasped as someone stepped out from behind them.

Mattheo Riddle.

You knew about Mattheo but never actually spoke to him. You knew he had a bad reputation. You knew better than to speak to him.

"Uh.. thank you.." You quickly muttered, picking up your books in a rush. "You're welcome." He says smiling like he's your knight in shining amor. "I'm Mattheo." He says, extending his hand. He didn't bother mentioning his last name in front of you. He didn't want to scare you off like he scared many other kids away. "I'm Y/n." You exclaim, hesitating for a second before shaking his hand. You always believed that there's good in everyone. "Uh, so, how did you manage to knock two fifth years off their feet!?" You question, genuinely curious. "I have my ways." He smirks, leaning against a wall, flashing a cheesy charming smile to you.

Throughout the week, you would constantly bump into Mattheo, leading him to start a conversation and follow you around. You genuinely enjoyed his company. He followed you, kinda like a lost puppy.

It was Friday, and you were minding your business, studying in the libary when Mattheo suddenly popped up, sitting down next to you. "You'll never guess what just happened today!" He says. "Mattheo." You pause. "If you really want to be friends, just ask instead of following me around." You exclaim, looking at him. "Uh, okay." He pauses, clearing his throat. "Would you want to be friends, Y/n?" He asks. You nodded. "Now it's official." You smile. "Anyways, what happened?" You asked him.

-

Ever since the 6th year, his crush on you began to grow every time you guys hung out. He tried to give you hints, like not paying attention to any girl but you, showing hints of jealously whenever someone would ask you out in front of him. He even asked you out on valentines Day! But you mistoke it for a friends-valentines day! "Oh, thank you, Mattheo!" You smile, taking the flower bouquet from him. "This is why you're my best friend!" You exclaim, patting his back. His smile turned quickly into a frown. "Yeah.. friends." He quietly muttered.

His stomach always dropped whenever you referred to you guys as simply friends. Mattheo always yearned for you. He didn't want to be just friends. He wanted to be more. He wanted you all to himself. His fists would clenched, his knuckles turning white as he thought back to urge to slam you into the nearest wall and kiss you every time you dared to utter the word "friend."

-

It was Saturday, and previously Mattheo had asked you to go to Hogsmeade with me. You agreed.

So you sat at your vanity applying some blush to your cheeks, then you heard a knock at your door. You quickly jolted up to answer it.

"Hi Mattheo!" You smile. Mattheo quickly muttered a quick hello. He felt his cheeks heating up, and it hadn't even been 10 seconds. He smelt your familiar scent lingering in the air. "I'm almost ready. I just need to do my hair. Sit on my bed." You exclaim, going back to your vanity, Mattheo walked over to your bed, sitting down on the edge of it. He watched as you pulled out a hairbrush and a hairtie. He saw your reflection in the mirror holding the hair tie in your mouth as you tied up your hair. His breath hitched as you finally tied up your hair and grabbed your purse. "Okay, I'm ready." You say, heading for the door.

He nodded as you followed you out. "Your awfully quiet." You state, your hands behind your back as he walked beside you. "Oh, sorry. Just a lot on my mind." He forced an apologic smile. "It's fine. I get it." You replied back.

But you don't.

Mattheo wanted to say back. You certainly did not get how hard it was for him. "And before you ask - I'll buy you a ton of chocolate frogs." He chuckled. Every time you guys would go together, you will always beg him to buy you chocolate frogs. "Thank you." You smile, angling your head to look up at him. Mattheo was at least a foot taller than you. "You're welcome." He grinned.

You two arrived at Hogsmeade, the scent of butterbeer, and freshly baked pastries flooded your nostrils.

"Where should we go?" You asked. "Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop?" He suggested. You nodded, grinning. It was one of your favorite places in all of Hogsmeade. You two made your way to the shop, opening the door, a bell jingled as the worker greeted you. You looked at all the food, unsure of what to pick. "Mattheo, I need help. Should I get a pumpkin pastry or sticky toffee pudding?"

"Pumpkin pastry." He replied. You walked up to the counter. "Two pumpkin pastries, please." You said, handing the lady the coins. She quickly took the pastrys from the display and then handed them to you."

"Here." You said, giving Mattheo one. "Thank you, I'm starving!" He sighed in relief, taking a huge bite, devouring the whole thing in a single bite. "You're such an idiot." You chuckled as you took a much smaller bite of the treat. "Three broomsticks next?" You questioned. He nodded, mouth still full of the pumpkin pastry.

You walk in the three broomsticks, seeing some familiar faces from school. "Hi Luna and Neville!" You greet. "Wanna see the socks i bought?" Luna asks you, holding up a pair of fluffy socks with a ladybug pattern on them. "They're so cute!" You exclaim. "Thank you!" She thanks, as she takes a sip of her butterbeer, a mustache of whipped cream appearing on her cheeks. "See you around!" You wave, sitting down at a booth next to Mattheo. Your knees practically touching. The candle in the middle of the table lit up the stone bricks around it. You looked out the window next to you, just simply admiring the scenery. The many students coming out of honeydukes with a variety of sweets in their hands.

Mattheo took this time to his advantage. He sat there, a hand placed under his chin, just staring at you, his eyes burning into you. He saw a loose strand of hair. He extended his hand and placed it behind your ear, making you snap of your trance. You gave him a quick smile. Mattheo felt his heart beating. It was beating so loud he thought you would hear it. Suddenly, the waiter came up to you guys, smiling, her hair slightly greying. "What can I get for you?" She said, gesturing to Mattheo. Mattheo placed his order of a single butterbeer. "And what can I get for your girlfriend?" She smiled. Mattheo quickly slient. His pulse rushing. "Oh, uh." You butted in. "We're actually just friends. And I'll have a butterbeer aswell, thanks." You smiled back like it was the most normal thing ever. "Oh, I'm so sorry! And sure thing." She awkwardly said, writing frantically in her notepad. "No worries." You laughed. Mattheo stared dumbstruck at you. He just wanted to slam you against the table and kiss you. But due to your cluelessness, you would miskate it as a friendly act.

"Mattheo?" You snapped him out of his thoughts. "Oh, erm. Yeah?" He said. "Are you gonna try out for Quidditch this year?" You asked him, and your knee was awfully close to his. "Probably, as long as Blaise tries out." He shurgged. "If you do, I'll make sure to come watch with one of my friends." You exclaimed, fidgeting with your bracelet on your hand. He had previously given you the golden bracelet for your birthday. It was detailed with small gems.

The same lady came back shortly with two butterbeers in her hand. She placed them in front of both of you. "Enjoy!" She murmured, walking away. You reached out for the mug in front of you, and the mug was still chilly. "Wanna go back to Hogwarts after?" He asked. "Sure, besides, I need time to finish an assignment anyway." You replied back, taking a sip of butterbeer. "Maybe we can study together?" He said, also taking a sip, his hands wrapped around the mug. "Yeahhh, like you're not just gonna copy off mine." You laughed, nudging him with your elbow. "I won't!" He promised, holding his hands up in the air.

After 20 minutes, you finally finished your butterbeer, Mattheo finished his long before you did. He carefully sipped his drink while listening to your crazy stories. Mattheo was pretty patient when it came to listening to your stories. Even if they were a little silly, he found that time to stare at you without question, but he was paying attention, he would eventually respond, and you would take that time to take a chug at your drink.

"You ready to go?" Mattheo said, getting up from his seat. "Yup." You nodded, following him out. He held the door open for you. When you walked outside, a gust of wind blowed in your face, causing the two to lose strands of hair infront of your face to blow frantically. "Shit, its cold." You said hugging yourself. You only had a thin knit sweater on. "Here, take my jacket." He said, offering you his jacket. "Thank you!" You sighed in relief, standing in front of the three broomsticks. He put the jacket over you, his smell of his colange filled your nostrils as he stood behind you.

You noticed a rather cute boy walking past you. His charming smile caught your attention as he walked with a group of his friends. "Whos that?" You asked casually, as if it didn’t matter, but a small smile tugged at your lips. "Oh, he's in Slytherin like me. I think he's a 7th year." He shurgged, but it felt like his heart had been stepped on. He hated that you were eyeing another boy when he was right there. Waiting and yearning for you, he hated how you didn't realize it.

His eyes glared into the guys head, his stupid blonde curls framing his face. He was obviously jealous of him but didn't dare utter a word. "Do you reckon he has a girlfriend?" You asked absentmindedly while he walked into honeyduked with his mates. "Probably." Was all he could say.

"Stay put, im going to ask." You quickly said before dashing off to the store entrance. "Y/n, wait!" Mattheo mumbled, grabbing onto your hand and pulling you into the nearest alleyway. His breath is hot and heavy. "Mattheo, what?" you mumbled. "I can't keep this in anymore. Look y/n, i think you're the most stunning girl I've ever laid eyes on. I've been trying to signal to you ever since 3rd year- and my heart drops to my stomach every time you call us "just friends." I even tried to ask you out on valentines Day, and you just thought I was asking as friends!" He pauses. "Y/n..my heart yearns for you. It always has, please just understand..." he then leans in and gently kisses you. You don't respond or react. You just stand there, completely dumbstruck. Then he pulled away, his hand still on your waist. "Mattheo.." you stuttered out, reaching a finger to touch your lips. "I'm... sorry." He muttered, looking down, his cheeks red. "No, I'm sorry, and I'm sorry for being so blind-" You pause. "And I'm sorry for what I'm about to do.." you confess, kissing him again, both for your hands on his cheeks.

"Fucking hell, Y/n. You have no damn idea how long I've been thinking about doing this." He mutters in-between kisses.

-

A/n: I'm so sorry if this sucks, my metal health hasn't been the best. I think I might take a small break; but if you have any requests, I will do them, but I won't write any of my own ideas for a while.

This idea was really fun to write.

[sadnymi]

Lovefool p2

[part one] [Mattheo riddle x reader]

Summary: Being the only girl in the group, and now stuck in the middle of nowhere with them, you found myself in a tricky situation. You had to share rooms, and Mattheo, leaving no room for negotiation, insisted that you would share with him. The problem was, there was only one bed. From uncovering feelings to heartbreak, it was a night you wouldn't forget.

Warning: angst,fluff,strong language, hints of smut .

Words:5,5k + Bonus scene.

When we arrived back home, I quickly said goodbye to the boys, avoiding eye contact with all of them. I couldn't bear to see their pity or confusion. I just wanted to escape to the solitude of my room. Once inside, I shut the door and leaned against it, finally allowing myself to break down. Tears streamed down my face as I slid to the floor, clutching my knees to my chest.

There was only one week left before returning to Hogwarts, and I knew I would have to face them—most of all, Mattheo. The thought of seeing him again made my stomach churn. During that week, I waited for him to reach out, to say something, anything, that would make sense of what happened. But he didn’t. The silence from him was deafening, and it drove me insane.

All the other boys sent me messages as usual. Even Blaise, who had been so harsh, reached out, perhaps feeling guilty for his words. But not Mattheo. He ghosted me completely, and the pain was unbearable. Every time my phone buzzed, my heart would leap with hope, only to be crushed when it wasn’t him.

I spent days replaying our time together in my mind, trying to understand what went wrong. Had I misread everything? Was I just another conquest to him? The questions tormented me, and the lack of answers made it worse.

I remember that night vividly. The way he looked at me, the tenderness in his touch, the passion in his kisses—it all felt so real. But now, it seemed like a cruel illusion, a trick my heart played on me.

I tried to distract myself by throwing myself into reading, but every word I read seemed to blur into the memory of him. I’d catch myself staring at the same page for hours, lost in thoughts of his hands on my skin, his whispered words.

By the middle of the week, the weight of his absence was unbearable. I lay in bed, clutching my phone, scrolling through old messages, and torturing myself with his silence. The boys' messages were kind and casual, but they couldn't fill the void Mattheo left.

Enzo’s messages were the most frequent, always checking in on me, making sure I was okay. “Hey, how are you holding up?” he’d text, and I’d force myself to respond with a lie. “I’m fine, thanks,” I’d write back, even though I was anything but fine.

Blaise's messages were surprisingly considerate. “Sorry about the other day. Didn’t mean to upset you,” he’d said. I couldn’t bring myself to be angry with him; he had only voiced what I feared was true.

But Mattheo? Nothing. No calls, no texts, no attempts to explain or apologize. It felt like he had erased me from his life completely.

The pain was relentless, gnawing at me day and night. I felt hollow, like a shell of the person I had been before. I missed his voice, his laughter, the way he made me feel seen and cherished. I missed him so much it hurt to breathe.

The final straw came the night before we were due to return to Hogwarts. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, and realized I couldn’t go on like this. I needed to confront him, to demand answers. I couldn’t start the new school year with this weight on my shoulders. I had to face him, even if it meant shattering my heart all over again.

I took a deep breath and picked up my phone, my fingers trembling as I typed out a message. “Mattheo, we need to talk. Please.” I hit send and waited, my heart pounding in my chest. Minutes felt like hours as I watched the screen, praying for a response.

But none came. The silence stretched on, suffocating me, and I knew that no matter what happened, I had to find a way to move forward. With or without him.

I boarded the train with a heavy heart, my eyes scanning the crowded platform. As soon as I found Enzo, I slid into the seat next to him, trying to muster a smile.

“Hi,” I said, glancing briefly at Mattheo, who was sitting across from us.

“Hey,” Mattheo replied, his voice neutral, his gaze avoiding mine.

Theo soon returned, his eyes lighting up when he saw me. “How have you been?” he asked.

“I’ve been okay,” I lied, forcing another smile. Before I could say more, Draco and Blaise joined us, making the compartment feel even more cramped and awkward.

“Hi,” Draco said, his voice soft, his eyes flicking between me and Mattheo. Blaise offered a similar greeting, his usual bravado toned down, as if he sensed the tension.

I tried to lose myself in my book, Emma another Jane Austen novel, hoping it would distract me from the unbearable atmosphere. But I could feel Mattheo’s eyes on me, and each glance was like a dagger to my heart. His stare was intense, and it made concentrating impossible.

“I’m going to say hi to Pansy,” I announced suddenly, grabbing my bag and book. I left the compartment quickly, not giving anyone a chance to respond.

As I walked down the corridor, I realized I couldn’t face Pansy either. She would ask questions, and I had no answers. I turned a corner, only to overhear a group of girls talking animatedly about their exploits.

“Enzo is amazing,” one girl said, giggling. “Blaise too, though he’s a bit too cocky for my taste.”

“Oh, Theo is a sweetheart,” another girl chimed in. “But Mattheo... God, he’s something else.”

My ears pricked up at his name, and I leaned closer, my heart pounding.

“What’s it like with Mattheo?” a third girl asked, her voice dripping with curiosity.

“He’s rough, but in a good way,” the first girl said, her voice lowering conspiratorially. “He barely looked at me, but I didn’t mind. It felt so good. He didn’t kiss me, though, just... did his thing and left.”

My heart pounded as I continued to listen, hiding behind the corner.

"God, I'd do anything to sleep with Mattheo again," the first girl said, her voice filled with a mix of longing and frustration. "But he doesn't sleep with the same girl twice."

"Yeah, he's got a reputation for that," another girl chimed in. "And yet, somehow, they all are so different with her you know??," she said, her tone dripping with disdain.

" Y/N right? What's so special about her anyway?" a third girl asked, her voice filled with venom.

"She's always hanging around them, like she's one of them. I can't understand how she managed to get in their group."

"I bet they all fucked her at some point," the first girl said, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Do you think they share her? She's their slut for sure."

"I know right?," another girl agreed, her laughter harsh and cruel. "I mean, how else would she keep their attention? She must be really good in bed."

"Or maybe she just does whatever they want," the third girl added. "So pathetic, really. Always trying to act like she's so special. I bet she’s just a desperate little slut."

My heart pounded as I continued to listen, hiding behind the corner.

"Yeah, spreads her legs for any of them at the drop of a hat," another girl sneered. "She's probably been passed around like a party favor."

"And they act so protective of her," the first girl said with a bitter laugh. "I can't imagine why. What do they see in her?"

"They must be playing some kind of game," the third girl suggested. "Maybe seeing who can screw her over the most."

My heart beat faster and faster, each cruel word piercing deeper. Tears blurred my vision as I stepped away from the corner, desperate to escape their venomous gossip.

The world around me seemed to blur as I walked faster, not caring where I was going, just needing to get away. I collided with a strong chest, and looking up through my tears, I saw Mattheo.

"Why are you crying? “ His voice was sharper than a knife

“Who did this to you?" He asked once more when I didn’t answer his hands gently cupped my face, his thumbs wiping away my tears.

I pulled away, my voice shaking. "I'm not talking to you," I said, the tears flowing freely. I turned to leave, but he grabbed my hand.

"Stop it. Let me go," I demanded, trying to pull free from his grip.

"Not unless I know what got you crying like that," he insisted, his eyes filled with the same loving and caring expression that had once made my heart soar.

I looked away, the pain and confusion overwhelming me. "Just go and ignore me like you have been for the past week, or whatever," I said, my voice bitter. "Pretend I don't exist. You're good at that."

His face fell, looking speechless for a moment. I didn’t wait for him to respond. I pulled away, breaking into a run until I found an empty compartment far away from everyone. I slammed the door shut and collapsed onto the seat, sobbing uncontrollably.

The cruel words of the girls echoed in my mind, mingling with the confusion and heartbreak of Mattheo's unexpected concern. Why did he have to care now, after leaving me in silence for a week?

As the train rumbled on, I curled up on the seat, hugging my knees to my chest. The weight of everything pressed down on me, and I felt utterly alone. I had no answers, only questions that seemed to multiply with each passing moment. Why had he treated me so tenderly, only to disappear? And why did it hurt so much to see that same tenderness now, when I was already so broken?

Why had Mattheo been so different with me? Cause I’m pretty sure I wasn’t imagining that night and from what I heard from those girls it seems like he’s a different person from the one they are talking about .

I had a long time trying to explain to the boys why I suddenly disappeared and never returned. They didn’t look convinced, and their probing questions made it clear they weren’t buying my excuses.

Days passed, and I tried to put some space between me and all of them. It wasn’t easy. Draco cornered me in the common room one evening, his eyes filled with concern. "Something happened," he said, his voice low and insistent. "Tell me what it is."

"I'm fine, Draco. It's just family drama," I lied, my stomach twisting with guilt.

"You’ve been skipping meals and acting different," Theo added, joining us with a frown. "This isn’t like you."

"I told you, it’s family stuff," I insisted, hating how naked I felt under their scrutiny. It was like they could see right through my facade.

"Just...let us help," Draco pleaded, but I shook my head, turning away from their worried gazes.

Over the next few days, I was in a bit of a slump. Not only did I skip meals, but I also skipped more classes than usual. If I could have, I would have skipped the whole week, but unfortunately, that wasn't an option.

I grabbed my bag and walked through the courtyard, I overheard a girl talking loudly to her friends. "She's such a slut," she sneered, and my steps faltered. "I bet she's been with every Slytherin boy."

I stopped, my blood boiling. I turned around and marched over to her, my fists clenched. "What did you say?"

The girl looked taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered. "I said you're a slut. Everyone knows it."

The rage bubbling inside me reached a boiling point. "You think you know me? You think you can talk about me like that? Here’s a newsflash for you: I don’t need your approval or your pathetic opinions.“

Before she could respond, a boy next to her smirked. “Yeah, I’d love to fuck you just like the whole Slytherin boys have. Bet you’d like that, huh?”

I stepped closer, my fists clenched at my sides. "Why don’t you come a bit closer and say that to my face?" I said, my voice trembling with rage.

The crowd that had gathered around us watched with wide eyes and open mouths. "What's wrong?" the girl taunted. "Truth hurts?"

“Do you think it makes you look strong, demeaning someone you don’t even know? Do you think you’re better than me because you can spread lies and gossip? You’re pathetic. You think I care about what you say? The only thing that matters is that I know the truth, and that scares you, doesn’t it? Because deep down, you know you’ll never be anything more than a coward hiding behind cruel words.”

The girl, emboldened by the attention, added, "Your family must be so proud of you. What a disgrace."

"Shut your mouth," I said, stepping closer, my eyes burning with anger. "I don’t care what you think of me, but if you ever talk about my family again, you’ll regret it."

She looked a bit scared but tried to stand her ground. "Or what? You'll hit me? No wonder why your dad left,""

I saw red. I lunged at her, my fist raised, but strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. "Let go!" I yelled, struggling against the hold.

"Not her, not now, love," Mattheo's voice whispered in my ear, calming yet firm. He started to pull me away from the mess, his grip gentle but unyielding.

"Mattheo, let go of me," I insisted, trying to break free.

"Not until you calm down," he replied, his eyes full of concern. "I can't let you get into trouble over this."

He guided me into an empty hallway with a balcony, a secluded spot even the ghosts avoided. I was still shaking with rage, my breathing ragged. "Who do you think you are? Don’t touch me! Stay away!" I shouted, pushing at his chest.

"Just breathe, my love," he murmured, his hands cupping my face gently, thumbs stroking my cheeks. "Breathe with me."

His touch, his voice, started to pierce through the fog of anger. I took a shaky breath, then another, my heartbeat slowly steadying.

"Look at me," he said softly, tilting my chin up so our eyes met. "Every single one who talks bad about you is going to regret it. They’re going to wish they were dead before they ever said a word."

"Why do you act like this?" I demanded, my voice trembling. "You act like you care, like you—" I faltered, trying to find the right words. "Your mixed signals are driving me crazy! You pull me closer just to walk away after."

He looked pained, his eyes searching mine for understanding, but he said nothing.

"Say something!" I pleaded, tears welling up. "Anything!"

Still, he remained silent, and the silence cut deeper than any words ever could.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, and the rest of the boys appeared. Blaise was the first to speak, his gaze flicking between me and Mattheo. "You okay?" he asked.

I nodded, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Theo stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "This happened before, didn't it?"

I took a deep breath, nodding again. "Yes."

Draco crossed his arms, his expression softening. "Well, that explains why you were acting distant. You should have told us."

"I didn't know what to say," I admitted, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Enzo's voice was gentle as he asked, "What happened before?"

I glanced at Mattheo, who was watching me with an unreadable expression. I couldn't bear his eyes on me anymore. Looking back at Enzo, I said quietly, "It was on the train."

Their eyes widened as I recounted the overheard conversation, the cruel words that had been said about me, and how it had all culminated in the confrontation just now. Mattheo's gaze never left me, and I knew what he was thinking, but I couldn't deal with it anymore.

"I'm sorry," I said, my voice breaking. "I just... I need to go to my dorm. I'll see you all tomorrow."

Enzo stepped forward, his concern evident. "I'll walk you."

I nodded, unable to look at Mattheo as I turned to leave. Enzo fell into step beside me, his presence a small comfort amidst the chaos.

The next day, as I walked into class, I was met with an unexpected wave of greetings and offers of help.

"Hey, need any notes from yesterday?" asked one girl, her smile bright and friendly.

"I saved you a seat," another girl said, gesturing to the spot next to her.

"Do you need a quill? I've got an extra," someone else offered, holding out a shiny new quill.

I looked around, confused by the sudden change in behavior. These were the same people who had ignored me or worse, whispered behind my back just a day ago. Before I could process it, a group of girls approached, all smiles and compliments.

"Your hair looks amazing today," one of them said, her tone overly enthusiastic.

"Yeah, and your shoes are so cute!" another added.

"Thanks," I muttered, bewildered by their sudden interest.

Then, the girl from yesterday's confrontation appeared, looking hesitant. She took a deep breath and stepped closer. "I'm really sorry about what I said yesterday," she began, her voice shaky. "Please forgive me. I didn't mean any of it, and I feel terrible."

I stared at her, trying to make sense of this abrupt apology. "Why are you apologizing now?" I asked, suspicion creeping into my voice.

Before she could respond, I noticed him. The boy who had made that disgusting comment about me the day before. His arm was in a sling, supported by a wooden splint, and his face was a mess of blue and purple bruises. He had a black eye, swollen nearly shut.

"I, uh, fell down the stairs," he mumbled, not meeting my gaze.

I looked between the two of them, realization dawning. My stomach churned, and I felt the sudden urge to get out of there. Grabbing my things, I bolted from the classroom, not stopping until I was far from the castle. I found myself in a hidden garden, a place where I often went to think.

I sat down on the ground, trying to calm my racing heart and catch my breath. I wasn't dumb. I knew what had really happened. I knew who was behind the sudden wave of attention, the apologies, the broken bones. It wasn't hard to piece it together.

Mattheo.

But clarity seemed a distant dream. I leaned back against the tree, closing my eyes, and tried to find a moment of calm amidst the chaos Mattheo had left in his wake.

I stayed in the garden for what felt like hours, trying to find some semblance of peace amidst the turmoil. Eventually, I knew I would have to face him, to confront what had happened and what it meant. But for now, I just needed to breathe.

I felt someone approaching and sat beside me. I looked up and met Mattheo’s eyes. He was holding a book in his hand.

I felt someone approaching and sat up, my heart pounding. When I looked up, I met Mattheo’s eyes. He was holding a book in his hand.

"I—I got this for you," he said, his voice soft.

I glanced at the book, then back at him, and took it from his hand. It was Persuasion, another Jane Austen's novels. My heart beat even faster as I muttered a thank you. Then I noticed the blood on his hands, despite his clear attempts to wash it off.

He asked, "What were you reading on the train?"

I stared at him, incredulous. "You’re seriously asking me about my books while having blood on your hands? and probably terrorized the whole school before coming here!" I shouted.

He just smirked. "Are you insane, Mattheo? Seriously, what the hell?" I yelled again.

He raised his eyebrows, a hint of a smile on his lips. "I told you they were going to regret what they said yesterday, didn't I?"

"I can take care of myself. I don’t need your help," I snapped, trying to walk away, but he grabbed my hand, pulling me back until my back hit the tree.

"I know," he said.

I rolled my eyes and looked away, trapped between his hands on either side of my face and the tree behind me. His closeness was overwhelming.

"You’re insane," I muttered.

"Well, I need to talk to you, and you left me no other choice," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I chuckled sarcastically. "You kidding me? Because as much as I remember, you were the one who left after—" I stammered, my face turning red, unable to finish the sentence.

"Yes, my love, after what?" he asked, smiling even wider.

"After I went down on you? Or when I had my finger deep inside you?" he continued, his voice low and teasing. I put my hands over his mouth, desperate to stop him.

"Oh, Lord, stop," I said, my voice a whisper. He kissed my hand, sending a jolt through me, and I pulled it away quickly, my face burning even more.

"Don’t go shy on me now, love. I’m pretty sure I kissed more intimate parts," he said, leaning closer to whisper in my ear. "I've had your taste on my tongue for weeks."

I tried to hit him in the chest, but he grabbed both my hands with one hand, pinning them above my head.

“Listen,” he said, getting more serious. “Enzo told me about what Blaise said that day.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think I really want to know another tale about you with a girl in bed.”

“Another tale?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

I looked him in the eyes, my voice trembling with both anger and hurt. “I heard what that girl said on the train. About how good you were in bed, how you liked it rough, just did the job and left with no kisses. She wasn’t even complaining, Mattheo. She said she’d do anything to sleep with you again, but it’s too bad because you don’t sleep with the same girl twice."

“Did she now?” he said, smirking.

“Fuck you, Mattheo,” I said, trying to pull away, but his hold was too strong. “Fuck you so much. I get it. I was delusional to think it was more than a one-time thing for you because you don’t sleep with the same girl twice, you don’t—” My voice cracked, betraying my emotions.

"Did it look like a fucking one-time thing back then, Y/N?" he demanded, sharp and serious. I avoided his gaze, my anger and pain battling inside me.

"Answer," he insisted, his face inches from mine. I looked up at him, the intensity in his eyes making it hard to breathe.

"No," I admitted, my voice barely audible.

"Because it fucking wasn’t," he said. "It wasn’t a simple fuck. I was making love to you, and that freaked the shit out of me." The veins in his neck stood out as he spoke, his eyes blazing.

I blinked, trying to process his words. "So, yes," he continued, his voice lower but no less intense, "what the girl said was right. I’ve fucked other girls like that. Rough, fast, no strings attached. Just getting off and moving on. No kisses, no tenderness, just raw and dirty, didn’t look at them more than I had to.”

My breathing grew heavier as his words sank in.“So, does it look like that now?” he asked, his voice softer but still intense. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed.

“Fucking look at me Y/N,” he commanded, and I looked up at him, shaking my head.

“Every time I look at you, at those lips,” he whispered, his voice dropping lower, “all I can think about is how much I want to kiss you. How much I want to taste you. How much I want you in every way. It’s not just about fucking. It’s about you. Every part of you, that night... you were in my arms, and I managed to sleep. You have no idea how rare that is for me.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, my body responding despite my confusion. I could feel the heat between us, the undeniable pull that had always been there.

I looked at him, standing there, rain-soaked and intense, and the tears kept falling from my eyes.

“And no, I don’t want you to be my friend,” he continued, his voice rising. “I want to hear you moaning my name. I want to have you, all of you. To kiss every inch of you. To make you smile, to see you laugh. To put your happiness above anything because nothing else matters. Nothing but you.”

His words were raw, cutting through the rain and my confusion. The sheer intensity of his confession left me breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the pull, the magnetic force between us, stronger than ever.

“I’ve tried to stay away, to keep my distance,” he went on, his voice breaking slightly. “But every time I see you, it’s like a punch to the gut. I’m fighting a losing battle. I don’t just want you. I need you. In every way possible.”

I stood there, soaked and trembling, unable to speak. His words had stripped me bare, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. The rain continued to pour, a relentless backdrop to his declaration.

“So tell me, do you understand now?” he asked again, his voice softer.

I swallowed hard, my throat tight with emotion. The truth of his words was undeniable, resonating deep within me. I took a shaky breath, trying to steady myself, and met his gaze.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I understand.”

He reached out, gently wiping the tears from my cheeks. “I will be so good to you,” he murmured, his thumb brushing my skin. “I would do anything for you. I fucked up, and I—”

I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his, cutting him off. For a moment, he was surprised and didn’t kissed me back, I pulled back, looking him in the eye. And as if a dam had broken, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer.

He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. His lips were soft but insistent, demanding and giving all at once. I felt his hands on my waist, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his hips as he held me against him, the kiss growing more passionate. The rain poured down, but it didn’t matter. Nothing else.

His tongue parted my lips, and I opened to him, the taste of him intoxicating. He kissed me with a fervor that made my head spin, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me tighter against him. I could feel the hard lines of his body, the heat between us almost unbearable.

"Wait," I managed to gasp, pulling back slightly. "The book, the rain—"

"I'll get you a new one," he promised, his voice fierce, breathing heavily against my lips. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling gently until my face tilted up to meet his gaze. Then he kissed me again, more fiercely this time, as if he couldn’t get enough.

I melted into him, my hands clinging to his shoulders as he devoured me. His lips moved over mine with a raw, desperate need, and I responded with equal fervor. The world around us disappeared, the rain, the cold, everything fading away until there was only him, only us.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back, his forehead resting against mine. "Come with me," he murmured, his voice a soft plea. "Let's get out of this rain."

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, his hand slipping into mine, and we ran through the rain. We found shelter under a nearby awning, the sudden silence after the roar of the rain almost surreal.

He looked at me, his eyes dark and intense, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. "You're soaked," he said, his voice gentle, as he brushed a strand of wet hair from my face.

"So are you," I replied, a smile tugging at my lips.

"Well, we make a pretty pair then," he teased, his hand settling on my waist.

I laughed, the sound light and carefree, a stark contrast to the storm still raging around us. "We do, don't we?"

His gaze softened, a tender smile playing on his lips. "I've never seen anyone look so beautiful soaking wet."

I rolled my eyes playfully, running a hand through his wet hair. "You're just saying that because you want to kiss me again."

He grinned, leaning in closer. "Maybe. But it's true." His lips hovered over mine, the anticipation making my heart race. "And for the record, I do want to kiss you again. Very much."

"Then what are you waiting for?" I challenged, my voice barely more than a whisper.

He didn't need any more encouragement. His lips captured mine in a kiss that was both sweet and passionate, his hand tightening on my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the warmth of his body through the wet fabric of our clothes, the contrast to the chill of the rain making my skin tingle.

As the kiss deepened, his free hand slid up my back, tangling in my hair. I moaned softly against his lips, the sound making him groan in response. He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against my skin.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "The things I want to do to you."

My cheeks flushed, and I looked down, feeling a mix of excitement and shyness. "Like what?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. "I want to make you mine in every possible way," he said, his eyes burning with intensity. "I want to hear you scream my name, to see you come apart in my arms. I want to kiss every inch of you, to make you feel things you've never felt before."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I bit my lip, trying to suppress the blush that was spreading across my cheeks. "You're making me blush," I whispered, my voice shaky.

He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Good. I like it when you blush." He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "I like knowing I'm the one making you feel this way."

I closed my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. His words, his touch, everything about him was overwhelming. "You're insufferable," I muttered, but there was no heat in my words, only affection.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. "You love it," he teased, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my neck.

I sighed, my fingers threading through his hair as I leaned into his touch. "Yeah, I do," I admitted, my voice barely more than a whisper. "I really do."

He pulled back, his eyes searching mine. "Good," he said softly, his hand cupping my face. "Because I'm not letting you go."

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the rain. "I don't want you to,".

"So, I really have done it in your Mr. Darcy way, haven't I?" he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I was always jealous of him, when you talked about him like that you know?"

Before I could respond, his mouth was on my neck, kissing and sucking gently, then more insistently. I let out a soft moan, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Perfect," he said, admiring his handiwork.

I laughed, breathless and flushed. "What was that for?"

He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. "It's for Blaise. Since he loves to ask so much."

I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress my smile. "You know he went on a date last night, right?"

"Did he now?" Mattheo replied, his fingers trailing down my arm. "I want everyone to know you're mine."

The possessiveness in his voice sent another thrill through me. "And what if I don't want to be claimed like some trophy?" I teased, raising an eyebrow.

He pulled me closer, his lips brushing against mine. "Then I'll just have to work harder to prove I deserve you," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

I smiled, feeling the warmth of his words seep into me. "You've already proven that," I said softly, kissing him again. "But I wouldn't mind seeing you try."

He laughed, the sound rich and joyful. "Challenge accepted."

We stood there for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, the rain a distant memory. His hands roamed over my back, his touch sending sparks of electricity through me. I leaned into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my chest, and knew that this was where I belonged.

"We should get inside," I said, glancing at the castle in the distance. "Before we catch our deaths."

"Right," he agreed, but made no move to let go. "But just one more kiss."

"Just one more," I echoed, leaning up to meet his lips again.

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⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Bonus scene ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

As we approached our usual spot, I saw Blaise, Enzo, Theo, Pansy and Draco already seated, with an unfamiliar girl sitting beside Blaise.

I caught Blaise’s curious gaze fixed on my neck. He raised an eyebrow, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Blaise said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Is that a hickey, Y/N?”

I felt my face heat up, and before I could muster a response, Mattheo leaned forward, his grin turning positively devilish.

“Yes, mate,” Mattheo said smoothly. “It is a hickey.”

Blaise’s eyes widened slightly before he broke into a laugh. “By whom, I wonder?”

Mattheo wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. “By me, obviously,” he declared, his voice filled with pride. “Wanted to make sure everyone knows she’s mine.”

I blushed even deeper, but I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips.

Draco looked between us, his grin widening. “Well, it’s about time. I was starting to think you’d never make a move.”

Mattheo chuckled, his hand moving to rest possessively on my waist. “Trust me, I’ve made plenty of moves. Just decided it was time to make it official.”

He winked at me. “Just make sure he treats you right. If not, you know where to find me.”

Mattheo tightened his hold on me, his eyes flashing with a playful warning. “She won’t need to, because I’m going to treat her better than anyone else ever could.”

I laughed, the tension melting away as I leaned into Mattheo’s embrace. “I think I can handle him.”

"So," Pansy said, leaning forward with an impish grin. "Does this mean you're off the market, then?"

"Consider me taken," Mattheo said, his voice firm. "And very happily so."

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ᴘᴀʀɪɴɢs; ʀᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ!ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ

ᴡᴀʀɪɴɢs; ʙᴜʟʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ. ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ. ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏ��. ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇs. ɴᴇᴇᴅʏʏʏʏʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ. ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙ (ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ)

ᴀ/ɴ; ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ;)

You sat at the libary table near the back. Usually, most kids went there for the soul purpose of just snog their partner. You huffed in relief as two students ran off after a 15 minute make out session, with the girls on top of the boy the whole time. It wasn't the most pleasant sight, to say the least. You often hear their moans as their sloppy lips connect with one another. You scoffed visciously at their stupid pet names for each other. You tried your hardest to focus, your eyes tracing over the same line over and over again. Your glaze trailed up to a softly lit candle in the middle of the table, illuminating a soft glow on the table.

You heard some footsteps enter the area you were in. You just assumed it was another student gathering books for an assignment or something, but when you heard someones warm breath against your ear, you knew it was him.

Mattheo Riddle.

He had a usual habit of sneaking behind you and whispering some stupid insult at you. You had always had a special hatered for Mattheo, ever since your 1st year when he "accidentally" spilled a potion on your fresh new robes.

"What do you want, Riddle?" You demand your voice threating. "This is my seat, L/n." He says, voice low. You scoffed. "You don't own any seats. This is a public libary." You informed him, not bothering to turn around to look at his stupid face. "You're such a nerd." He chuckled, still behind you. "And you're such a bloody idiot. Go sit somewhere else." You exclaimed, your voice toned with frustration. His eyebrows widen slightly at the tone of your voice. "I don't think I will." He said, his tone laced with sarcasm. You could practically tell he was smirking, even though you weren't looking at him. "Fine, whatever I'll move, but only because I want to get away from your arse." You said, getting up, finally looking at him. You noticed a fresh scar on his nose bridge. You guessed it was a fight he previously had. There was still some dried blood on his nose bridge.

You felt a harsh hand grip your wrist, you gasped as he looked at you, you noticed the sudden moment of his blew out the candle.

"Let me go." You hissed. He chuckled. His voice was dangerously low. "But why, you seem to enjoy this, considering the fact you're currently blushing." Your jaw drops slightly. Why has your body chosen to betray me at the worst moment? You feel my cheeks burning slightly even more. "I am not!" You lie between my teeth. "Fucking liar." He spits, grip becoming tighter. "Mattheo, let me g-"

Then you hear Madame pince.

"Library's closed, get back to your dorms for curfew." She lazily says, her voice slightly muffled from her being a few shelves away from us. Mattheos's eyes widen as he drags you in a more hidden area, you both crouch down. His hand finds its way onto your mouth. Both of your knees rubbed against the hard ground. Your eyes pierced at Mattheo. He gives you a serious look.

"Library's closed..." She mumbles as she briefly checks the table we were just seconds ago. Luckily, she doesn't fully check anymore, you hear the door shut.

You grip Mattheos' arm as I pull it down from my mouth. "Fucking idiot." You mutter. "Why in the bloody hell would you keep us here?!" You whisper-yell at him. "So I can do this." He whispers, then you feel his cold hands on my waist. "What are you trying to imply, Riddle?" You scoff as you shiver uncomfortably at his cold hand. "I need to touch you.." He mumbles, his grip tightening on you.

What the hell was happening? Mattheo Riddle wanting to touch me...out of all bloody people? And the most shocking thing, I actually wanted him to touch me back..

You thought to yourself.

"If we get caught, I'm going to kill you." You whisper, your eyes roaming his body. Then, without warning, he slams his lips onto yours, his lips taste like cigarettes and chocolate. You grab his cheek, feeling a healed scar.

"Oh fuck-" he mumbles, tangling his fingers within your locks. He moves his lips down to your neck, carefully sucking on your sensitive skin, causing you to moan. "Not too loud, doll, don't want anyone to hear, now do we?" He murmurs in your ear.

That turned you on. Even though you knew everyone left, the thought of someone entering and seeing your current position exicted you. Especially since you had a known reputation for being Mattheos' enemy, your friends also hated him, constantly blabbing about how much of an arse he can be. All you could do was nod as he gripped your breast, massaging it gently whilst still stucking and leaving bruises on your neck. You grabbed onto the only available thing: a shelf, you felt the old dust coat your fingers since no one really checked out books from the bottom shelfs. Your fingernails dig into the wood. Then you felt a cold hand wrap around your hand.

Mattheo was holding your hand..?

You opened your closed eyes and focused your eyes onto your hands on the dusty shelf. His hand was way bigger than yours. His fingers were decorated with sliver rings. One ring engraved with a snake design, hinting to his Slytherin background.

You felt Mattheos' free hand rub your waist, going in an up and down pattern, as he went back to kiss your jawline. He began to kiss up, reaching to your lips. Kissing them roughly. You felt his hands lift up from your waist as he stood over you. You wetted your lips, looking up at him.

That damn smirk of his,

You thought.

"On your knees." He muttered, eyes piercing into yours. "Beg for me." You chuckled at him.

Mattheos' expression lowered. He couldn't believe he would find himself begging you to suck his cock. He cleared his throat.

"Please, L/n." He simply said, hands at your shoulders. "Nope, try again." You giggled at the thought of him begging. "You are one kinky thing, aren't you?" He teases, but his voice also filled with pure hatered all at once, but he ended up on his knees infront of you, looking you up and down.

"Please, Y/n, i need you. I need you to make me feel good. Please."

Your mouth gapped open. The way he was looking at you - those puppy dog eyes of his.

"Okay." Is all you could reply back as he stood back up, quickly unzipping his jeans, throwing his belt somewhere in the corner. You aligned yourself in front of him on your knees, the wood digging into your knees. "What a pretty sight. The girl who swears who can't stand me is on her knees for me." He chuckles, his jeans pooling at his feet. All you could do was stare at that big bulge in his boxers.

"Weren't you just begging for me a minute ago?" You replied back, your tone sassy. "Fucking hell, L/n." He mumbles, rubbing his hands against his thighs as he looks at the side, the bulge growing even more bigger in his boxers. You smirk at this sight. Your mouth watering.

"I fucking hate you." He says. "But yet you're hard for me? Doesn't really make sense if you ask me." You giggled softly and innocently, your hand tracing up his thigh. "Shut the hell up." He demands as his face turns red. "Make me." You said, your voice low. And with that, he pulled his boxers down. His long length springing out in front of you. "Holy shit." You whispered to yourself. He begins to wrap his hands around it, jerking it slightly. You placed your hand on his thighs as you grip his wrist, pulling it away from his cock.

You look up at him once more before grabbing his cock gently, he exhales deeply, his eyes piercing into the top of your head. You positioned his tip right in front of your mouth. You then began to slowly lick his tip, sucking gently. This earns a whimper from him.

A whimper.

The sound was like music to your ears.

"F-fuck!" He stutters out, his voice cracking, as you take more of his cock in your mouth. He grabs your hair as he coutines to spit out curses in pleasure. You never thought you'll see the day where you have your enemy whimpering for you, but here you are. Sucking his cock in the back of the library.

"You - look so - fuck! - Damn - pretty taking my - cock!" He yells out, his voice literally trembling. You looked up at him, his eyes about to roll to the back of his head. He bites his lip as he takes a free hand and pushes back some hair, his forehead sweaty.

Fuck, that was hot.

You thought.

You coutine to suck, you choke slightly as his tip touches the back of your throat.

"I think I'm close." He says, his breath deepens. "Cum for me, then." You say, pulling his cock out of your mouth, a trail of spit hangs from your mouth to his pink glistening tip. He grabs a handful of your hair as he cums, most of it landing in your mouth, but some landing on your nose and cheeks, you licked your lips slowly, looking directly into his eyes, his brown eyes screaming with lust. "Swallow it all." He demands, his eyes watching over you like a predator looking over its prey. His smirk widens as you swallow all of his cum, you lick your lips.

"Oh - fuck that was hot." He murmurs. You take your finger and wipe the excess cum from your face and lick it slowly, it tasted salty, but good.

You stand up, brushing your knees.

"So.." You begin.

"Er - thank you, Y/n.." He says quietly. "You're welcome." You reply back, giving him a small smile. "Maybe...we can do this again sometime?" He asks, fidgeting with his hands. Did you just make Mattheo nervous and all flustered? "Alright, but next time you're helping me." You joke. "I can do that." He pauses, his head coming closer to your ear.

"I bet you taste amazing." He chuckles. Your eyes widened as you felt your cheeks instantly heat up. You looked down, trying to avoid his sharp gaze. "I'm, uh gonna go now." You say, using both of your thumbs to point towards the exit, walking backward. You quickly gathered your books and rushed out as he waves you goodbye.

Well, so much for studying ...

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A/n; 🤭🤭🤭 needy mattheo

[aur0ral1ghts]

➳ ʀᴜᴍᴏʀs

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴜᴍᴏʀ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs; ᴘɪɴᴠ. sᴍᴜᴛ. ʜᴀᴛᴇ sᴇx. ʙᴀᴅʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ sᴍᴜᴛ. ᴋɪssɪɴɢ. sᴡᴇᴀʀs. ᴅɪᴄᴋ sᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ.

I walk into the great hall with Hermione, we're discussing the answers we got on an assignment, we head to our usual seats. "Hi Harry, hi Ron." I smile. They just nod before going back to whispering amongst themselves. I give Hermione a werid look before she looks back at me. She gives me a pat on my back, giving me a reassuring smile. I look around the hall, seeing many people whispering, all their eyes piercing at me. I shift uncomfortably in the wooden bench. I pick up my spoon and stir my soup slowly, my leg bouncing. "Hermione? Why is everyone looking at me like that?" I ask with a low voice. She shurgs. "I dunno, did you do anything hurtful to anyone?" My eyes widen. "We both know I would never do that!" I state. "Just saying." She says, taking a bite of a piece of garlic bread.

"Harry, Ron? What's happening!" I shout. The whole Gryffindor table looks at me before erupting into loud whispers. Harry gives Ron a look. He nods. Harry looks back at me. "There's a rumor.. going around.." he starts. My eyebrows raise in curiosity. "About..?" I ask slowly, my fingers let go of the spoon. "That you're kinda..dating Mattheo Riddle." He says, forcing an awkward smile. "What!?" I gasp. Hermiones head turns to me. "Hermione!" I practically yell. "We all know i wouldn't even touch Mattheo Riddle with a ten foot pole!?" I pause. "We know, but still..he has been flirting with you a lot recently.." I groan. "You bloody idiots, he flirts with everyone!" I exclaim. The whole table is now watching our argument. "I suppose." Ron says, taking a huge bite of a turkey leg. "Look, i believe you, Y/n." Hermione smiles. "Thank you!" I sigh in relief. At least someone believes me. "Come on, we've been at his head since the first year! Why would I ever date Mattheo Riddle?!" Harry looks down. "I suppose I believe you. But his father is a horrible person." I let out a sympathetic smile for him. Mattheos' father did kill Harry's parents. "I know." I say, leaning over the table slightly, patting him. "Thank you, Y/n." He says.

Then, a student I've never seen before, I'm guessing they're a 6th year student, comes up to me. "Is it true? Is it true that you're dating Mattheo Riddle!?" He asks. I sigh heavily. "Sorry, but no, i hate that guy." I say, smiling sarcastically before rolling my eyes. "Oh." He simply says before walking away. Throughout my time of trying to peacefully eat my dinner, at least 2 other people came up to me to ask the same thing; if I was dating Mattheo.

"Excuse me-" a little boy speaks up.

I groan loudly. "No, i am not dating Mattheo Riddle, and no, i will never ever date him!" I stand up, pushing past the kid. I probably said that so loudly that the whole castle heard. Many people begin to stare as I walk out.

I storm out as I walk through the corridors. A ravenclaw student looks me up and down, his eyes squinting. "What?" I hiss at him, he looks down and walks faster, avoiding my gaze. I roll my eyes. Gosh! Does the whole school know about that rumor? Maybe Riddle knows something about all of this, either if he knew who started it or where the rumor came from.

I head down to the duegons, where the Slytherin common room was located. I remember the password for the room because once in my 3rd year, I was paired up with Blaise Zabini for a project. "Pureblood," I mumble as the door opens. I look around, and thankfully, everyone is at dinner. The coast is clear. If people saw me here in my red robes and found out i was going to Mattheos dorm, it was further escalated to the situation. I walk up the stairs to the boys' dormitory. I look at the sliver signs hung outside the doors, I see many familiar names, like Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, and finally, Mattho Riddle.

I hesitate for a moment, rethinking my choices. I inhale deeply as I knock. I wait a few fair seconds before he opens the door. He's in his regular clothes; a grey shirt and black jeans. My eyes betray me as I check him out slightly. I look back at his stupidly handsome face. His face has many previous scars from the many fights he had. At least once a week, he fights someone for a stupid reason. Once, he fought someone for simply giving him a dirty look.

"Checking me out, L/n?" He chuckles, his tone dripping with curiosity and sarcasm. "As if!" I say. "Now, we have to talk." I say, entering his dorm. "About what?" He says, catching up to me. I take a second to admire his dorm. It's surprisingly clean and tidy. I highly expected to see a bunch of dirty laundry all over the place. I guess Mattheos is the type of guy to seem very messy when he's actually very clean. He's like that with academics. He seems like a slacker, especially considering his "bad boy" reputation. I thought he got horrible grades, but he's actually the second highest in our whole year. First, obviously being Hermione.

"The rumor." I say, turning around face him. His eyebrows widen in almost a taunting way. "What rumor?" He smiles innocently. "The rumor!" I repeat. "Im sorry, I have no idea of what you're talking about." He exclaims. His expressions obviously very dramatic. "Bloody idiot." I mutter, crossing my arms. "The rumor of us dating." I mutter fast, looking to the side. "I'm sorry, what was that?" He says, his eyes widening, he steps closer. "The rumor going around of us dating." I say this time clearly and more louder. "Ohh, that one." He nods, walking around me, his hands behind him in a professional manner, like a hunter roaming its prey.

"We have to put an end to this. At least 5 people had asked me today if I was dating your arse." He pauses. "And what did you reply back?" He says. "That i wouldn't touch you with a 10 foot pole!" I yell, glaring at him. He looks back, we have a staring contest for a few moments, I could feel my heart beating nervously, I suddenly blink and end the eye contact. "Funny." He says.

"Tomorrow, you're going to tell everyone that you hate me and that we never dated." I threaten, it's more of an empty threat, though. He leans back against his desk, arms crossed, watching her with that infuriating smirk. "Is that so?" His voice is lazy, almost amused. I step closer, my jaw tightening. "Yes. You’re going to end this rumor tomorrow." Mattheo tilts his head, eyes flicking over me. I shift uncomfortably. "And what if I don’t?" I exhale sharply. "Then I’ll do it myself." He chuckles, low and dangerous. "Go ahead. See if anyone believes you." I inhale deeply. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" He smirks. "A lot of things, love." He says. Love? Did this idiot just call me love!? I catch my breath, but I refuse to back down. "You’re utterly disgusting." His smirk deepens. "And yet, you came all the way here… to my dorm…" My throat tightens as I begin to come up with an answer. "Well, because I-"

"Because what, sweetheart?" His tone dripping with mockery. "I fucking hate you!" I yell. "For someone who claims to hate me, you sure do blush a lot." He smirks. His face leaning in, his hands in his pockets. His right, I am blushing. More then I should be. "It's just hot in here.."

"Sure." He whispers. He's so close i can practically feel the heat radiating off of him. "Admit it." He spits, his voice laced with desire. I gulp. "You like this..."

I'm guessing this means all the undeniable tension between us and the attention he's giving me.

I make a bold move and step forward. We're practically touching now. I just realized how tall Mattheo is - he's at least a foot taller than me. I look up at him, and he looks down at me, licking his lips. I'm going to go crazy is this man doesn't smash his lips onto mine in the nex-

Mattheo grabs my waist and presses his lips onto mine. I take a moment to taste his lips. Of course, they taste like smoke from all the cigarettes he smokes. The kiss is everything in one, rough, soft, hard, light.

"Did you seriously just use Legilimency on me, Riddle!?" I exclaim, figeting with his tie. "Possibly..?" He murmurs, his eyes tracing up and down my body. He changes the topic by shushing me by kissing me. He pins me to the nearest wall, my back colliding with it. I moan softly. He pulls at my skirt a little.

"You know.." I whisper. "If you want me to take my clothes off, just say so." I say. "Please do -" he whimpers. I undo my top slowly as he watches, his eyes hungry. When i finally unbutton my top to reveal my lace bra, his eyes widen as his lips part. "Wow.." he whispers. My stomach does a blackflip. I pull down my skirt. Under my skirt, there's my matching black underwear. He runs his hands over my body as he leans in for another hungry kiss, this one being much rougher. "Jump." He whispers, i do, he catches me, his hands digging into my thigh, he kisses my neck as he throws me onto his bed. I moan as I land on his soft bed, I rub my hands along the hem of his shirt, pulling it off, and he breathes heavily. My eyes glaze over his toned body. He has broad shoulders and abs. I lick my lips as I trace my finger along his body in a seductive way.

He has many faded scars, showcasing all the trauma he's been, though. He leans down and kisses my cleavage all the way up to my neck, each time leaving some purple bruises along my body. I tilt my head back in pleasure.

I grasp his shoulders as I flip him so he's underneath me. It's my turn to mark him.

He gasps slightly before smirking.

"Not so innocent, eh?" He chuckles. I shush him with a fat kiss on his lips. He cups my cheeks, my hands roam all around his perfect body. I climb on top of him, straddling him. I notice the hard budge in his pants, i grab it boldy as I kiss him. He buckles his hips, grabbing my waist. "Fuck-" he murmurs, titling his head back. I smirk, drawing circles on his pants. "Fucking hell Y/n.." he mumbles. "Suck my dick right now." He demands. "Beg for me." I whisper, unzipping his pants slowly. "Youre going to be the detah of me." He sighs. "Please, L/n, suck my fucking dick." He exclaims, caressing my cheek. "Please.." he begs more.

If you would have told me a few ago that Mattheo was begging for me to suck his dick I would think you would utterly bloody insane.

I unzip his pants and pull them down to his knees. My eyes widen at his black boxers. His dick looks huge. I look back at him, his eyes screaming with lust. His eyes low and dangerous. I pull down his boxers. I gasped at his length. He's fucking massive. He smirks. I probably boosted his ego way more. It's already high enough as it is.

He dick is stained with pre cum, I tease him by stroking his cock, he whimpers.

"Fuc-" he stammers. "Fuck y/n!" He yells.

I stroke it faster as he runs out of breath. "You like that?" I smirk. "Mm, yes." He reply back, holding my waist. I bring my mouth closer to his cock, I lick his tip, tasting his salty juices. I make sure my tongue licks all around his tip, going in a circular motion. I slowly bob my head, sucking lightly, storking his dick, my other hand resting on his thigh. "D-damn." He stutters out. "Imagine if your stupid little friends saw what yo-you were doing right now." He taunts. "And imagine what your high egoed, jerk friends saw you right now." I say, my mouth full of his cock. "Shit, I'm gonna c-come." He shouts. "Go ahead." I mutter. As he comes in my mouth, i lick every last drop up. He tilts his head back again, mumbling a few curses.

"What a slut. Tsk tsk." He whispers in my ear, grabbing my hair. I gasp. "Now," he begins. "I think i need to fuck that attitude right out of ya." He murmurs, his voice sinister. I nod helplessly. "I need fucking words Y/n." He demands. "Yes, please.." i answer "Please what?" He asks. "Please fuck me!" I yell, his hands dangerously close to my pussy. He grabs me and flips me, so he's now ontop. He places a hand under me, his hand fidgeting with my bra strap until it clicks off. He throws my bra across the room. He places a quick kiss in between my breasts, as he also rips off my underwear. "Such a pretty body." He licks his lips. "To bad you have such a bitchy attitude." He smirks. "What a handsome face, too bad you're such a bloody idiot." I sarcastically say, touching his cheek.

Now, we're both completely naked. I still can't believe this is happening, Mattheo Riddle, aka the guy who has constantly bullied and picked on me since first year, is now about to fuck me. But this doesn't mean anything? Right? It's just a quick fuck, we'll put our clothes back on and he'll tell me to get out, and we'll go back to our old routines without uttering a word about this night..?

He grabs both of my legs and places them overtop his shoulders, his dick lining up with my opening. "Do it." I demand, grabbing his sheets. "Spit." He says, holding his hand out for me to spit in. He rubs my saliva all over his dick. His tip enters my opening as I moan softly. I buckle my hips getting used to this. "Y/n," he asks. "Are you a virgin?" I smirk"Fucking whore. Who was it?" He asks. "Fred Weasley." I yell as he enters me. "Was he good?" Mattheo scoffs, his voice laced with jealously. "He was a-amazing-!" I shout, my voice cracking. He slowly goes in and out. "I'll fuck you so hard the only thing that you will remember is my name, I'll be all you could think of" He smirks. I gasped at this. I do nothing but nod.

I remember around 6 months ago I fucked Fred, I cant remember how it happend, but it did. He was pretty good, but we agreed to never bring it up again.

He's so big I can feel him in my stomach. "Fuck!" I yell, my eyes rolling back. "I...mm! Fucking...hate..you!" I shout at him, I close my eyes due to the overwhelming pleasure. "Keep telling yourself that!" He yells aswell. He hits my sweetspot as I moan loudly. "Moan any louder, and the whole common room will hear." He teases, grabbing my breasts. He coutines to push in and out of me, roughly. I could feel the bed speaking. I grab his shoulder, my fingernails digging into him.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I yell. I can tell I'm close. "I'm gonna- cum!" I whimper, looking up at him. "Cum all over my cock." He says, rubbing my sides. So I do. "Fucking perfect." He praises. I sigh in relief as he flops beside me. "So, am i better than that Weasley boy?" He asks me. "I guess so." I shurg nonchalantly as I stand up, picking up my clothes and putting them back on me. "That's all you have to say!?" He gasps. "Looks like someone's jealous." I boop his nose. "I am not!" He shouts. "Just kidding, you were fucking amazing." I smile lightly. "Uh, thank you."

"Mattheo, are we still enemies or..?" I ask, looking down. "I mean.. if you want to be.. I don't think any of our friends would approve of us.. you know..dating." he replies back. I can imagine my friends' reactions when I tell them I'm actually dating Mattheo Riddle, and it's not just some rumor. "Unless.. you wanna date in like secrect?" He inhales, steping closer to me, as he buttons up his top. "Uh..yeah..I'll like that." I smile. I guess, deep down, i always had feelings for Mattheo.. I just kinda denied them and ignored them. I guess that's why I always feel nervous around him. "Come back here tomorrow, love." He kisses me. "See you later." I smile.

The next day, i found myself staring at him in classes, the great hall, the hallways , you name it. It was like Cupid struck me with an arrow. Sure, he was amazing at sex, but what would he be like as a boyfriend? "Y/n, earth to Y/n!" Hermione says, waving a hand in my face. "Sorry, mione." I giggle awkwardly. "Guess what!" She smiles. "What? Did you finally free the house elves?" I smile back. "Shutup!" She laughs. "Anyways, someone cleared up the rumor, so now everyone knows it was fake and how you two hate each other!" She pats my back. "Wow! Great!" I fake smile. I hate how we could tell no one about us. How we had to pretend to be enemies.

After I eat, I arrive at Mattheos dorm, the same time as yesterday, I uttered an excuse about having to finish my homework. I make sure no one's looking as I climb up to his dorm. I knock.

"Hi." I smile. "Hey." He smiles back, opening the door wider, inviting me in. "My sheets still smell like you?" He randomly says. "Great." I say as I walk in, sitting on his bed. "We need rules.." i state. "Rules?" He asks. "To us secretly dating." I remind him. He sits next to me. "In public, we act like enemies. I'll come to your dorm at least twice a week, maybe more. I just need enough excuses."

"Got it." He nods. "Can you stay here tonight, though?" He asks me, his hand on my thigh. "Uh, sure, I'll just say i slept over at someone's dorm.." But who's? Definitely not anyone in Gryffindor, I don't know many people in hufflepuff that I'm close with. Ravenclaw..wait..Luna Lovegood! I could tell her about this whole dating thing, and she'll cover for me!" I look at Mattheo, I just realized how pretty he looks in this lightning. "I could say that I went to Luna Lovegoods dorm for a sleepover once a week, I could tell her, she's to busy in her own world to care about us dating, she'll never judge us." I say, grabbing his hand. "That works." He smiles.

After a few hours of talking, it's getting pretty late, so we lay down, facing each other. "You're so pretty." He says, putting a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You are too." I mutter my hand on his cheek. "Do you think we can sneak off to Hogsmeade tomorrow? Will anyone see us?" He asks me. "Sure, but we'll have to be extra careful." I say as he nods. "Y/n, can we spoon?" He asks me. "Okay, but I call the little spoon." He grabs me gently, pulling me closer to him. "Works for me." He says, before I fall asleep.

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ᴀ/ɴ; ....ɪ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ!! ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɴɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ sᴇx, ᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢᴜʏ. sᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ sᴏ sᴏ sᴏʀʀʏ ɪғ ɪᴛ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ....

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ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴍᴀʀᴋ - ᴍ.ʀ

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀsᴛʀᴏᴍᴀʀʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ.

ᴘᴀʀɪɴɢs: ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ!ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ x ᴀɴʏ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ. sᴀᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ.

"Mattheo?" I mutter, looking down at his figure. He's sitting down against a wall, his hands hugging his knees, his face buried in his knees. His hair messy.

I haven't expected to see Mattheo here, i just came to the astronomy tower to hopefully get some peace and quiet from all the noise within the castle.

"What." He spits, his voice muffled, not looking up at him. "Uh, are you..alright?" I ask. Me and Mattheo never really got along. He was always throwing some stupid insult at me.

"Shut the fuck u-up!" He yells. His hands diggint in his curls, his breathing very messed up and loud.

Was Mattheo, the big bad Slytherin prince, having a panic attack!?

I run up to him, kneeling down to his level. I hesitate for a second before placing my hand on his back.

"Hey-" i pause. "Look at me, please." I say. He obeys, looking up at me, his eyes tear stained, his eyebags very noticeable. His lips trembling. I don't know what I'm doing, but I pull him in for a hug. He gasps before hugging me back. His weeps become louder.

"Listen to my heartbeat." I whisper, I feel his nails digging into my skin, but I don't care. He nods slowly. I can hear his breathing becoming more normal and slow paced. "You're okay.." i say in his ear. I pull away from the hug and sit down next to him.

"Uh, thank you..Y/n.." he mutters, wiping his face, his sleeve wet.

"Of course.." I reply back.

He looks at me and takes a deep breath. He rolls up his sleeve, revealing the dark mark. I gasp.

"I-i didn't have a choice." He whispers. "I took countlessly showers to try to wash it off..." he admits. "Now I'm even more of a monster.."

My heart stops. I knew he was going to get the mark sooner or later, considering his father is the dark lord and all, but I didn't know he would break down like this, he was so vulnerable with me...

"Mattheo, listen to me." I say, grabbing his hands. "You were never a monster." I say, voice cracking. He chuckles, but his chuckle isn't authentic. It's more sarcastic. "Say it again..please." He pleads.

"You're not a monster. You never were..you were simply just a boy with a troubled past..yearning for something.."

His eyes widen with desire and hope.

"This is why I fell in love with you, Y/n.." he says before kissing me softly.

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[aur0ral1ghts]

Hello! I really love reading your writing. If you don't mind, can you write a story where bf! Mattheo secretly plans a birthday surprise for his gf! Reader? Thank you in advance! ✨

sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ!

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇs ʜɪs ɢɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴀʏ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ; ᴀɴʏʜᴏᴜsᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʙғ!ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs; ɴᴏɴᴇ! :)

I wake up with a giant yawn, my arms streching out, I rub my eyes. It was my birthday today, I've always loved my birthday, I mean, i think everyone does, my I love my birthday, especially more because it's a new chapter of life. A fresh start, and I also love the attention I get.

I get out of bed and put on my special outfit. I've been saving for at least 2 weeks now; a black tube top, a jean skirt, and a leather jacket to finish off the look. I got the outfit at a store at Hogsmeade when I was going on a date with Mattheo. He even helped me choose this outfit. I was glad my birthday was on a Saturday, which gave me the freedom to wear whatever I wanted without wearing a uniform.

I don't really know what to do with my hair, so I just curl it. I place the curling iron on my vanity, my hand fidgeting with the curl until it's perfect. I clip the curl back and do another one. I repeat this until my head is full of curls. I look in the mirror and smile.

I open the drawer to all my makeup, pulling my favorites, i start with blush, dabbing some along my cheekbone, blending it with a brush. I curl my eyelashes, and then I do numerous layers of mascara on my eyelashes. Using a wipe to clean off any messes.

My gaze looks upon a Polaroid of me and Mattheo, on our second date, at a restaurant he took us to in Hogsmeade, I remember I brought a muggle Polaroid camera (one of my friends had brought me it for a gift exchange during the holidays.) When I took it out of my purse, he was bloody confused, I explained to him that it was a camera that muggles used to take photos.

"So..do the photos move?" He asks me, fidgeting with a fork, waiting for our food to come. "No, they don't move." I exclaim. "Oh." He pouts. "Its alright, I promise they will turn out good!" I reassure him. "If you say so." He shurgs, placing the fork down as he leans in closer, inspecting the camera. "I'll take a photo of you." I say, pointing the camera to him. "Does it hurt?!" He says, eyebrows rasing, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "No! Silly, you won't feel a single thing!" I smile, angling the camera to face him. "Promise?" He murmurs. "Promise." I nod. "Three, two, one." I say, clicking a button, there's a sudden flash. "There's wasn't so hard, was it?" I ask, holding the Polaroid in front of us. The little photo frame slowly comes out from the bottom, and Mattheo watches in awe. Finally, when the photo was ready, I shook it so it was fully processed. My eyes widen when I look at the photo. I haven't had time to see his pose. In the photo, Mattheo smiles widely, his eyes crossed eyed, looking at his nose. "You look so stupid!" I chuckle. He frowns. "Cute. You look cute." He smiles. "Thank you, love." At that moment, i swear I could feel butterflies doing a backflip in my stomach. "Let me take one of you now." He says. "Okay." I say, adjusting my hair. "Oh, just click that top button when you're ready." I say, pointing to the button. "Thanks." He mutters, focusing on capturing the perfect angle. "Three, two...one!" He says, clicking the button. I do two thumbs up. I grab the camera from him as he scoots closer to me, wanting to see the final result. Finally, the photo comes out. "My beautiful girlfriend." He says almost like a proud father, patting his chest. I smile widely. "My beautiful Mattheo." I say, kissing his cheek.

I then hear a knock on the door, snapping me out of my thoughts. I open it to see all my friends outside, one of them holding a cake, another one holding a bunch of balloons. "Awe, you guys!" I thank, my friend, gives me the cake, as I place it on the nearest table. The cake is vanilla, my favorite. I give each other of my friends a hug. I felt a hint of sadness when I didn't see Mattheo within the group. "Ugh, I can't believe you're so old now!" One of my friends weeps, hugging me. I giggle. "I'm not that old, and isn't your birthday next month? You'll be my age soon!" I say, rubbing her back. "I suppose you're right." She frowns. "Okay, can we talk about how pretty she looks!?" One of my friends gasped, playing with my hair. "Awh! Thank you! I love you guys." I hug them all.

After around 30 minutes of talking and gossiping, they say goodbye. I lay down on my bed, thinking about Mattheo. I would have totally thought Mattheo would have woken up extra early and spend the day with me. But I guess not.

What..if he forgot...?

No, he couldn't have! He cares about me, why would he forget my special day. I mean.. it's my first birthday. I'm spending time with him, I guess he's still new to this. He told me I was his first girlfriend. Sure, he had many numerous hookups, but he told me I was the first one he loved. Actually loved. It still makes my heart beat every time I think about the first time he's asked me to be his girlfriend.

Back then, we weren't necessarily friends, but more like peers. Sure, like every other female in the school, he would occasionally flirt. Calling me stupid pet names like "Princess." Or "Sunshine." Then, one day, we were paired up together for a class project. It was a charms essay we would have to complete together. We sat in the library, I, of course, ended up doing most of the work while he would just sit around, figeting with his wand. But he was fun to talk to. He would tease me, and I would reply with a snarky reply as he chuckled. Then one day it sorta just happend, one day, I found myself rolling my eyes at his comment. The next, I found myself unable to stop thinking about him, i even found myself staring at his, trying to search for his dark chocolate curls in crowded corridors.

One day in class, Mattheo blows me a paper swan, It read; "Hey. Meet me at the astronomy tower tonight at 8:30."

So when I went to the tower that night, there he stood, holding flowers and chocolate, specifically my favorite flowers. "Whats all this?" I giggle. "There for you." He answers. I felt myself blushing. "Thank you." I say, grabbing the items from him. "So, uh, I asked you here tonight.." He pauses. "Uh, i was wondering...if you would be..my girlfriend." He mumbles, fidgeting. "Yes! Of course-" I say, as he hugs me.

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After a long day of hanging out with friends, and still no sight of Mattheo. Maybe he just slept in... an extra 8 hours.. a paper swan blows out of my window. My lips part as I catch the paper. "Black Lake -M.R." My heart races, what was this all about!? None of the less, I grab my bag and walk to the black lake, I wave to a few familiar faces in the hallway, I smile as they thank me a happy birthday.

I squint my eyes as I look around the lake, searching for Mattheo, then I see a beautiful sight.

Many candles carefully placed along a blanket, a bouquet of flowers lay on the blanket, as well as a bunch of my favorite foods and two bottles of drink.

I walk closer to it, inspecting it, i gasp as someone corvers my eyes with their hands. I turn around. "Mattheo!?" I question as he smiles uncontrollably. "Hi, baby!" He says, kissing me all around my face. "You bloody idiot!" I say, smacking him. "Ow!" He Frowns. "You waited until the very last moment to celebrate my birthday?" He looks down. "Suriprise!" He says, jazzing his hands up. I roll my eyes while smiling. "Hey, remember I'm still new to this!" He says. "Remember our 6 month anniversary? You got me a gift, and I pretty much forgot?" He states. "Then, on our 7 month anniversary, you went all out." I chuckle. "Indeed." He says, intertwining our hands, as he begins to walk to the blanket. "This is beautiful, love." I say, kissing him. "I spent pretty much all day setting it up. Had to beg Theo to give me these." He says, pointing to the drinks. His friend Theo was a huge drinker. Every time I went to the Slytherin common room to go to his dorm, I would see Theo sitting down, drinking. "I know you don't usually drink, but today can be an exception?" He asks. "Okay." I smile. I pick up a strawberry and bite into it. "Want one?" I ask. "No.." he murmurs. "Why not!? They're so good!" I say. "Just cuz!" He says. I look at him. "Dont tell me you never had a strawberry before.." I smirk. "Uh, no!" He quickly lies. I try to open his mouth and try to stuff one in his mouth. "Eww! No!" He protests, i giggle. "C'mon!! Take a bite!" I beg. He grabs my waist. "Fine, but only for you." He winks. "You're so cheesy!" I say as I feed him a strawberry. "Is it good?" I ask. "Meh. It's okay, I suppose." He shurgs.

After we finish eating, he holds my hand as we look at the setting sun. "It's beautiful, isn't it." He smiles. "It is." I say. "My beautiful girl is getting so old." He frowns. "Oh shush." I laugh. "But yet again, another year closer for us to get married and us living together." My heart races. He wants to marry me and spend the rest of his life with me? "What type of house do you think you want?" I ask. He hums. "Definitely a classic house. Definitely not a modern house. Those are boring." He says. "Me too." I agree. "How many kids do you want?" I think for a moment. "Maybe two kids. One boy, one girl." He nods. "I would definitely want a boy." He says. "I could totally see you being a girl dad." I exclaim. " Actually, me too." He murmurs. "I don't know if I can handle a boy child." I laugh. "Can I braid your hair, love?" I nod. "Of course." I say, positioning myself on his lap. He starts to play with my hair before braiding it. "Your hair is so beautiful. I'm jealous." He pouts. "Your hair is so luscious. What conditioner do you use?" I ask. "I can show you after if you want." He says. "Can I stay tonight in your dorm tonight? We don't have classes tomorrow." I beg. "Of course."

After another hour, it starts to get cold, I realize i forget my jacket at my dorm. He helps me stand up, grabbing both my hands. I brush some dirt off of me. I help him fold up the blanket. "Want my jacket?" He offers, taking it off, meaning i have no choice but to take his jacket. "Yes, thank you." I smile as he helps put the jacket on me. It smells like him. We head back to his dorm, he's places all the stuff on his table as we head to his bed. I let out a high sigh as I lay down. "I wish it was my birthday forever." I groan. "Me too." He says as he flops down next to me. He slowly wraps his arms around me, bringing me in. I feel his warm embrace as he wraps a blanket around us. "I love you, happy birthday, my love." He mumbles in my ear. "I love you too." I whisper as we fall asleep together.

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A/n; thank you so much for requesting this, I love this! Sorry that it took me at while to write this, I was busy + lost some motivation.

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Playlist inspired by Mattheo Riddle.

➳ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 - 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒏𝒅

➳ 𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 - 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔

➳ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 - 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑬𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉

➳ 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 - 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒚𝒔

➳ 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒆 - 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑫𝒆𝒍 𝑹𝒆𝒚

➳ 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑫𝒆𝒍 𝑹𝒆𝒚

➳ 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 - 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑫𝒆𝒍 𝑹𝒆𝒚

➳ 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 - 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒔

➳ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 - 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑬𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉

➳ 𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔 - 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅

➳ 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔, 𝑻𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒔 - 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑫𝒆𝒍 𝑹𝒆𝒚 (𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑳)

➳ 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒊'𝒎 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘 - 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒔

➳ 𝑭𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 - 𝑴𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓

➳ 𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒑𝒔𝒆 - 𝑪𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒙

➳ 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 - 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑬𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉

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