Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Secrecy

Word Count: 1082

The Slytherin common room was buzzing with the usual chatter of students relaxing after a long day of classes. Laughter echoed from the corner where a group of friends sat, surrounded by textbooks and half-finished assignments. At first glance, it was an ordinary evening at Hogwarts, but beneath the surface, something was brewing.

Y/N glanced across the room at Mattheo, her heart aching in a way she had never imagined. They were still sitting together, close enough that no one would suspect anything was wrong. To their friends, they looked like the same couple they'd always been–comfortable, always bickering or bantering, but nevertheless, in love. But the truth was far from that. The truth was that they had broken up two weeks ago, and neither of them had told anyone yet.

It had started off quietly, like a slow unraveling. They'd been together since their fourth year, and everyone expected them to stay that way. But recently, things had changed. Mattheo had grown distant, pulling away little by little. Conversations that used to be filled with laughter were now stilted, awkward. Y/N could feel the shift, and it terrified her.

When she finally asked him about it, his answer had been like a punch to the gut. "I just don't feel the same way anymore,' he said, his voice quiet but monotone. "I care about you Y/N, really, I do. But... it's not love. Not like it used to be."

Y/N wanted to scream, to argue, to make him see that they could fix it. But deep down she knew he was right. They had grown apart, and trying to force something that wasn't there anymore would only hurt them both in the end.

So, they had ended it. Quietly, privately, in the empty classroom where they had shared their first kiss. They had promised each other that they would stay friends, that they would figure out how to move forward without making things awkward for their friend group. But the weight of that promise felt heavier each passing day.

Tonight, as Y/N watched Mattheo laugh at something one of the boys said, she felt the ache of loss tighten in her chest. It was hard enough to sit next to him and pretend that everything was fine, but it was even harder to see him smile like nothing had changed. Did he really feel nothing anymore? Was it that easy for him to move on?

"Y/N, are you okay?" Pansy's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. Her friend was sitting across from her, a concerned look on her face.

Y/N forced a smile, nodding quickly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired I guess."

Pansy didn't look convinced, but she didn't push the issue. Instead, she turned back to the conversation, and Y/N breathed a sigh of relief. She had been walking on eggshells for days, trying to keep up the act, but it was getting harder and harder to pretend.

Her gaze drifted back to Mattheo, who was sitting just a few feet away but felt miles apart. He glanced and her, and for a brief moment, their eyes met. She saw the flicker of guilt in his eyes, the same guilt she had seen every time they were together since the breakup. It wasn't that he didn't care–she knew deep down he did. But caring wasn't enough. Not anymore.

Suddenly, the weight of it all became too much to bear. She couldn't do this anymore–couldn't keep pretending that everything was fine when it wasn't. Her chest tightened, and before she knew it, the words were spilling out of her mouth.

"Mattheo doesn't love me anymore."

The room fell silent. All eyes turned toward her, and Y/N felt a wave of panic wash over her as she realized what she had just said. She hadn't meant to say it, she hadn't meant to let the truth spill out so suddenly, but now there was no turning back.

Mattheo's expression froze, and the room seemed to shrink as the weight of her confession hung in the air.

"Y/N..." Theodore started, his voice soft. "What do you mean–". She shook her head, cutting him off standing up from the couch.

"Fucking hell," Y/N laughed, feeling herself start to lose control of her emotions, leaving her voice to crack, tears glazing her eyes, "Mattheo Riddle doesn't fucking love me anymore."

Everyone stared at her. Mattheo's gaze never left her.

"I'm fine," she said, her voice trembling. "I can't keep pretending. WE can't keep pretending Mattheo. We broke up two weeks ago. I just... I just couldn't bring myself to say it until now."

Draco, Blaise, Lorenzo, Theodore, and Pansy looked shocked, exchanging glances of confusion and concern. Pansy was the first to speak, her voice hesitant. "You... you two broke up? Why didn't you tell us?"

Y/N looked down at her hands, twisting her fingers together as she tried to find the right words. "We didn't want to make things awkward," she admitted. "We thought we could handle it on our own, that it wouldn't change anything between us. But... it's harder than we thought... what I thought."

Mattheo shifted uncomfortably, guilt and regret written all over his face. "It's my fault," he said quietly. "I didn't want to hurt Y/N, but... I couldn't lie to her either. I thought it would be best if we kept it to ourselves..."

The room was thick with tension, the once easygoing atmosphere now replaced with uncertainty. Their friends looked between them, unsure of what to say or do. The dynamic of their group had shifted in an instant, and everyone could feel it.

Pansy sat up from her seat, and hugged Y/N. "I am here for you," she said softly. "You don't have to go through this alone."

Y/N nodded, grateful for her friend's support, but the ache in her chest remained. It wasn't just the end of her relationship with Mattheo Riddle that hurt–it was the realization that things would never be the same. Not with him, not with their friends, not with the life that they had built together at Hogwarts.

Y/N collected herself and pulled away from Pansy. "I think I'm going to go to bed. I will see you all later."

Being received slow nods, Y/N grabbed her items and left the common room to her dorm. Thinking about how she could make herself be okay again. Reaching her room, she laid on the bed, stared at the ceiling and made a promise to herself that no matter what, she would be okay in the end.

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This is me getting a little personal. I wanted to write about something that almost happened to me. Luckily my partner and I were able to work through it, but it still hurts to think about sometimes. 

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