Harry Potter x Reader Oneshots!

Mattheo? - Tom Riddle

Hi guys! Happy summer, for those who have vacation. Happy day, for those who don't! This one was a request! I hope you enjoy, and I hope my writing lived up to what you were hoping<3

Tom and I had been dating for about six months. It started out as a casual relationship, not much communication, and to be honest, purely sexual. 

But now it was Spring, turning to Summer. Celebrating the last few weeks of school at Hogwarts, Tom and I had spent a lot of time together outside, walking across the grounds and taking dips in the lake. 

It was nice to have time with him, forming real connections. 

 "I want you to come visit me this summer," he said, tucking me against his chest as we sat in the grass, gazing out at the castle.

 "Mhm, really? I know that summers are for your brother,"

Tom had told me a few stories about his summers with Mattheo- they always sounded quite wild, involving lots of drunken parties in their hometown, a quiet little spot not far away from London. 

 "I know he wants to meet you. Please Y/n," he pulled away, and turned my chin up, looking me in the eye. "It would mean a lot to me if you visited,"

I grinned, feeling butterflies swirl about in my stomach. 

 "I'll ask my parents,"

He chuckled, and we settled back, relaxing. 

My parents were a running joke between us. With him being an orphan, and me practically living alone, our excuses for bad behavior was, well... our lack of parenting. 

Before I knew it, I was packing my things up from my dorm room and saying goodbye to my friends. 

Tom and I sat together in comfortable silence, sometimes dozing, other times he would press soft kisses to my hairline. 

When the train pulled into the station, I suddenly felt nervous. I was pretty good about being on my own- Tom told me that I had free reign in the house, since he and Mattheo would be out and about a lot of the time. 

But I realized I didn't know Mattheo. And sometimes, Tom could be... distant? He liked his space. Which I could understand. But I couldn't help but feel anxious. 

 "Are you alright?" Tom asked, sensing something without having to look at me. 

 "Yes. Just nervous."

Without another word, he took my hand.

 "My brother won't be at the station. We'll have to find his car. It's a blue volkswagon. Old school."

 "Okay," I breathed, picking up my suitcase and following after Tom, our hands still linked. 

Mattheo was sitting in the front seat of his car, smoking a cigarette with the window rolled down. 

Tom popped the trunk open, and threw his bag in. I followed suit. 

 "Little brother? That you?"

 "It's me,"

I caught sigh of Tom's smile as he went around the side of the car. It made me happy to see him happy. 

I decided to crawl in the back seat. 

 "And who's this?" 

Mattheo turned around, smiling. He was gorgeous. His hair, long-ish and curly, framed his face. He had a strong jaw and deep brown eyes.