But.. Her.. (Mattheo x Y/n) Enemies to Lovers

Truce?

As Y/n awoke, she found herself momentarily frozen by the sight of Mattheo Riddle, shirtless and seemingly unaware of her presence, lying on his bed. The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over his features. Shaking off her surprise, she quickly gathered her things and headed for the shower, the image of him lingering in her mind.

After showering and dressing, Y/n made her way down to the cafeteria. She spotted Pansy Parkinson already seated with Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott at a corner table. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she approached them.

"Morning, everyone," Y/n greeted, trying to sound casual despite the unsettled feeling from earlier.

Pansy glanced up and gave her a warm smile. "Morning, Y/n. Grab a seat," she said, gesturing to the empty chair beside her.

Y/n nodded gratefully and sat down, feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity about how the day would unfold. The others greeted her with nods and murmurs of acknowledgment, though Draco's gaze held a hint of skepticism.

"So, how's your third or fourth day treating you?" Blaise asked, his tone casual as he reached for a piece of toast.

Y/n considered her response carefully, deciding not to mention her earlier encounter with Mattheo. "It's... interesting," she replied vaguely, giving a small smile. "Still trying to navigate everything."

Theodore Nott, who had been quiet until now, leaned forward slightly. "You'll get used to it," he assured her, his expression friendly yet guarded.

Just then, the cafeteria doors swung open, and Mattheo Riddle entered, his presence immediately drawing attention. Y/n couldn't help but notice the way his shirt clung to his frame, his hair slightly tousled from sleep. Their eyes briefly met across the room, a flicker of recognition passing between them before he turned and joined a group of his own friends at a nearby table.

Pansy caught Y/n's gaze and raised an eyebrow knowingly, as if sensing the tension. "Ignore him," she whispered, her voice tinged with a hint of mischief. "He's not worth the distraction."

Y/n nodded silently, though her thoughts lingered on Mattheo's presence and the unexpected reactions he stirred within her. As she picked at her breakfast, she couldn't shake the feeling that her second day at Hogwarts was about to become far more complicated than she had anticipated.

Y/n nodded to Pansy, her expression firm as she replied in a low voice, "You're right." She was determined not to let Mattheo's presence unsettle her.

Just then, Mattheo sauntered over and casually took a seat next to Y/n, grabbing a piece of toast and sighing dramatically. His easy demeanor contrasted sharply with the tension Y/n felt around him.

"You know, Y/n," Mattheo began, his smirk evident in his voice, "maybe we can be friends."

Y/n's eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening at the audacity of his suggestion. "No way," she hissed, unable to contain her frustration, "you called me fat."

Mattheo raised an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by her response. "Did I? Must've slipped out," he said casually, taking a nonchalant bite of his toast.

Pansy shot Y/n a warning glance, sensing the brewing confrontation. "Mattheo, maybe now's not the best time," she interjected diplomatically, though her tone held a hint of caution.

But Y/n was already on edge, her patience worn thin by Mattheo's persistent teasing and arrogance. She felt the eyes of the Slytherin table on them, curious and speculative.

Ignoring Pansy's advice, Mattheo leaned closer to Y/n, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Come on, Y/n," he cajoled, "where's your Gryffindor courage? I promise I won't insult your eating habits again."

Y/n clenched her fists under the table, struggling to maintain her composure. "You think this is about eating habits?" she retorted, her voice tinged with anger. "You think you can just waltz in here and pretend everything's fine after what you said?"

Mattheo's smirk faltered slightly at her intensity, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before he composed himself. "Look," he said evenly, "I was out of line. Can we at least try to move past it?"

Y/n hesitated, torn between her pride and a reluctant curiosity about Mattheo's sudden change in demeanor. She glanced at Pansy for support, finding reassurance in her friend's steady gaze.

"Fine," Y/n finally conceded, her tone begrudging. "But one wrong move, and we're back to being enemies."

Mattheo nodded, his smirk returning with a hint of challenge. "Deal," he agreed, extending a hand across the table.

Y/n eyed his hand warily before tentatively shaking it.

After the meal, Y/n and Pansy walked together through the corridors of Hogwarts towards their Charms class. The tension from breakfast still lingered in Y/n's mind, but Pansy's presence offered a comforting sense of solidarity.

"You handled Mattheo pretty well back there," Pansy remarked casually, breaking the silence as they walked.

Y/n nodded slightly, her thoughts still mulling over the unexpected encounter. "I guess so," she replied quietly. "He's... certainly something."

Pansy chuckled softly. "That's one way to put it," she agreed, glancing at Y/n with a knowing look. "But don't worry too much about him. Mattheo has a way of ruffling feathers, but he's not all bad."

Y/n raised an eyebrow skeptically, remembering Mattheo's earlier remarks. "Easy for you to say," she remarked dryly, though a small part of her wondered if Pansy knew something she didn't.

As they approached the Charms classroom, Pansy paused and turned to Y/n, her expression earnest. "Just give him a chance, Y/n," she urged softly. "You might be surprised."

Y/n hesitated, considering Pansy's words. Despite her reservations, there was a hint of curiosity about what lay beneath Mattheo's confident facade. "I'll try," she promised reluctantly, unsure of where this tentative truce with Mattheo would lead.

Pansy nodded approvingly and pushed open the door to the classroom. They entered to find Professor Flitwick already setting up for the lesson, the room buzzing with the excited chatter of students finding their seats.

Y/n found an empty desk near the back and settled in, her mind still processing the morning's events. She stole a glance across the room where Mattheo sat with his usual group of friends, his expression unreadable as he engaged in conversation.