Mattheo Riddle Imagines

What Are We

Today I'm showing the new first year Slytherins around the dormitory and common room. It's a small group of children and they all seem eager to begin classes. They ask me questions about everything. Magic, Parties, Professors, Being 16, Dumbledore and Quidditch. I answer each question patiently.

The common room is empty because everyone is in the dining hall having supper. This time has been set aside for tours during the time where the building is the least building.

The tour is almost finished when I spot my favorite face walking through the door. Mattheo Riddle

Me and Mattheo have been an odd duo for years now. We've been floating between friendship and love since third year, and our relationship is complicated. Now in sixth year everyone in the school knows we're both taken, but are we really? We've never discussed the topic of us. It's almost as if it's an unspoken agreement not to see anyone else.

" Who's that?" A young girl asks wide eyed.

" That's Mattheo" I reply, leaving off his last name as to not worry them. I don't need anyone seeing this kind beautiful soul as a villain.

" He looks mean" a hear a boy whisper to another standing beside him. I hate that people perceive him this way.

" Mattheo" I say catching his attention and drawing him over. I want to show these kids he's not so bad.

He walks over a dead look in his eyes. I wish he didn't look so intimidating, but it's part of what makes him so hot.

" Is that your boyfriend?" A blond girl in the back asks.

I freeze.

A question everyone in the school knows not to ask is now being asked by a random ballsy first year? For years we've avoided this question. Is he?

Am I? His voice echos in my mind.

Me and Mattheo communicate through our minds all the time but usually not fir conversations as heavy as this.

Whatever you want. I say into his brain.

" Yes?" Mattheo finally answers aloud but he doesn't at all sound sure.

The kids head off to their dorms to change leaving me and Mattheo alone

" Yes?" I ask turning to him once we are alone.

" Well we've never talked about it before. I don't know" he says looking down. " We can be whatever you want to be" he says.

I want to be with him, I really do. But I can't afford to end up heartbroken.

" I'm not going to break your heart" he whispers. I keep forgetting he can read minds. Fuck.

" Not intentionally you won't" I say.

"It's your call" he states.

" I mean it's what we're doing now but with a name right?" I ask.

" Yeah pretty much" he says nodding his head.

" Then yeah. Why not?" I say smiling.

" Okay....So we're together?" He questions.

" Yep. So no more talking to other girls" I joke hitting his arm. He looks at me seriously.

" I was already treating it like a relationship. It would have felt wrong to talk to anyone else" he says. I realize he's right.

" You know what? Same." I say.

He reaches a hand out and touched the side of my face. Kissing me gently.