🖤Mattheo Riddle Oneshots 🖤

Arguments

"Fuck you L/n!"

"How very mature Riddle, especially for you", I snap back. This is an everyday thing Riddle and I always get into arguments and I know exactly the right buttons to push to make him furious.

"Would you two just stop?", Draco yells making us stop but not before giving each other the middle finger. Satisfied with how the argument ended I decide to go to bed as we have a quidditch game tomorrow and I want to be well rested.

I walk into Daphne, Pansy, and I's dorm to find both of them already waiting for me on my bed.

"We're ready for girl talk!", Daphne exclaims as I walk in.

I grumble and sit down on my bed.

"Who put you in a bad mood?", Pansy asks.

"Wait, let me guess" she says before I can answer, "Mattheo"

"How did you know?", I grumble rolling onto my back.

Daphne and Pansy exchange knowing glances. "It's always Mattheo," Daphne says with a sigh. "You two have this weird tension, you know?"

"Yeah, it's like you're always fighting, but there's something more there," Pansy adds, nudging me playfully.

I groan. "I don't know what you're talking about. He's just infuriating."

"Sure, sure," Daphne says, rolling her eyes. "But you should get some sleep. Big game tomorrow."

I nod, grateful for the change in topic. We chat a bit more, mostly about the upcoming Quidditch match, before finally turning in for the night.

The next day, the Quidditch game is intense. Both teams are neck and neck, and the tension in the air is palpable. As a Chaser, I'm focused on the game, but I can't help but notice Mattheo flying nearby, his eyes occasionally flicking towards me.

In a crucial moment, we both dive for the Quaffle at the same time. Our brooms collide, and we end up tumbling to the ground together. The crowd gasps, but all I can see is Mattheo's face inches from mine.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice surprisingly gentle.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I mutter, trying to ignore the way my heart is pounding.

We both stand up, and the game continues. Eventually, our team wins, and the celebration is wild. But I can't stop thinking about that moment with Mattheo.

Later that evening, as I'm heading back to the dorm, I bump into him in the hallway. He's alone, and for once, he doesn't look angry.

"Hey," he says, stopping me. "Can we talk?"

I hesitate but nod. We step into an empty classroom, and he shuts the door behind us.

"Look, I know we argue a lot," he starts, running a hand through his hair. "But I don't hate you, Y/N. In fact, I think I might feel the opposite."

My eyes widen. "What are you saying, Mattheo?"

He steps closer, his eyes locked onto mine. "I'm saying that maybe the reason we fight so much is because I can't handle how I feel about you."

Before I can respond, he closes the distance between us and kisses me. It's sudden and intense, but it feels right. I kiss him back, all the pent-up emotions from our arguments melting away.

When we finally pull apart, we're both breathless. "So, what now?" I ask softly.

He smiles, his eyes twinkling. "Now, we see where this goes."

And for once, I'm excited to find out.