Harry Potter Boy's One Shots/Imagines

Mattheo Riddle

Readers POV:

*Owl Sounds*

I woke up to the sound of my owl screeching in my ear. 

"Gizmo. Im trying to sleep him."

He continued to screech.

I glance lazily over the clock, realising that it's already 7:15am.

Shoot. Breakfast is over in 30 minutes and class starts in 45. I sit straight up in my bed and realise that all of my room mates are already gone. Bitches. Anyways, I slip out of my black silk sheets and pull my uniform over my messy hair. I loosely sling my tie around my neck, pulling the white shirt collar over the top. I strangle my hair into a knot bun, brushing my teeth and putting the lightest bit of mascara known to witch and wizard kind to my eyelashes.

I hopped down the common room stairs, multi tasking by tying my shoelaces and having my bookbag strap in my mouth. I speed walk through the hallways, trying to take the shortest route to the Great Hall. It's a fair hike from the dungeons. I could smell the aroma of freshly baked pastries and bacon.

Slipping in through the gap in between the two doors, i took my place unnoticed at the Slytherin table. 

"Why were you so late?"

"Huh? Oh hi Enzo. Just slept in."

"How's it going with Riddle?"

"Lorenzo Berkshire. Shut up. Anyone could hear you!" I hissed.

"Too late. I think Blaise already did."

I looked over and saw Blaise glancing at us, all whilst whispering to Draco.

"Shit. The ferrets probably gonna tell him. Your really not helping here Enzo."

I quickly got up from my side of the table and squished myself in between Draco Malfoy and Mattheo Riddle.

"You right there, Y/l/n?"

"Oh i'm sure shes perfectly happy there, Riddle."

I glared at him, willing him to shut up. I just need to keep Draco and Mattheo away from each other. That's gonna be pretty hard though. We're all in the same friendship group.

Third Person POV

All day, y/n would stay with either Draco or Mattheo in order to keep Malfoy's trap shut. She had done quite well all day, but when they got to quidditch practice, there wasn't much she could do about it.

Draco was a seeker, y/n and Mattheo were both chasers. During the training, y/n was anxiously watching the two, and when the dark haired boy glanced over, the girl knew she was done for. After training finished, y/n waited up in the air, talking to another Slytherin girl, whilst the rest of the boys went into the locker room to shower and get changed. 

After she saw most of the boys leave, presuming that Mattheo was in that group, she hopped off of her broom and went in the locker room. She knew what Malfoy had done. There wasn't a single chance that he hadn't told the other boy. 

She leaned her head back against the cold tiles and let out a depressing sigh.

"I think your in the wrong locker room, y/l/n."

"Shit. Mattheo. I-uh-sorry"

The girl turned to leave, a warm hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into him. 

He's shirtless. Of course he's shirtless.    (Y/n's thoughts) 

She looked up into his dark, captivating eyes, wanting to get lost in them forever. But something pulled her out of the trance. A pair of lips pressed against hers, sweetly at first, then, building up speed, roughness and passion. 

The pair pulled away after a few minutes, y/n a bit more than slightly flustered. The boy lifted up the girls chin with one finger, connecting their eye contact, and whispering in her ear:

"Don't be embarrassed about what Malfoy told me, love, have three guesses on how I feel about you."