Slytherin Boy Imagines

Battle For Your Love - Mattheo Riddle

Word Count: 592
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In the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Mattheo Riddle, a charming and cunning Slytherin, found himself in the midst of a heated altercation with Y/N ex-boyfriend, Marcus Flint, a burly and brutish seventh-year student. Their voices echoed off the stone walls as they exchanged insults and hexes, their wands sparking with magic as spells flew back and forth.

Mattheo, with his brown eyes ablaze with determination, dodged Marcus's curses with grace and skill, retaliating with precise and calculated strikes of his own. Despite the danger of the situation, there was a hint of thrill in Mattheo's heart as he faced off against his adversary, a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

But the confrontation took a turn for the worse when Marcus managed to land a curse that sent Mattheo sprawling to the ground, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead. As Marcus advanced, a triumphant smirk on his face, Mattheo's mind raced with thoughts of defeat and humiliation.

Just as Marcus raised his wand for the final blow, a voice echoed through the corridor, cold and commanding. "That's enough, Flint."

Turning, Marcus's eyes widened in shock as he saw you, standing tall and defiant, your wand raised in a firm grip. With a flick of your wrist, you sent Marcus stumbling backward, his wand clattering to the ground.

Rushing to Mattheo's side, you helped him to his feet, concern etched across your features as you examined his injuries. His face was pale and drawn, but there was a flicker of gratitude in his eyes as he met your gaze.

"Come on," you said softly, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Let's get you back to the dormitory. We need to clean those cuts."

As you led Mattheo down the deserted corridors, the tension that had filled the air during the fight slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of intimacy and closeness. You could feel the weight of his body against yours, his warmth seeping into your skin, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

Once inside the safety of the Slytherin common room, you settled Mattheo onto a couch, gently tending to his wounds with a healing potion and bandages. He winced as you dabbed at the cut on his forehead, but he made no move to pull away, his eyes fixed on your face with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never meant for you to get involved in this."

"It's okay," you murmured, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes. "I couldn't just stand by and watch."

For a moment, the two of you were lost in each other's gaze, the world outside fading into insignificance. And then, with a quiet resolve, Mattheo reached out and took your hand in his, his fingers intertwining with yours in a silent promise.

"I love you," he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. "I've loved you for so long, and I can't bear the thought of losing you again."

Tears welled in your eyes as you listened to his words, your heart overflowing with emotion. Without hesitation, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, sealing your love with a tender kiss that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

And as you held each other close, the echoes of the past faded away, replaced by the promise of a future filled with love, loyalty, and the unbreakable bond between two souls destined to be together.