Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Go Out With Me?

Word Count: 609

Mattheo Riddle had never been one to hesitate. The Slytherin prince, as many liked to call him, was used to getting what he wanted. He moved through life with confidence that boarded on arrogance, a smirk always ready to play at the corners of his lips. But today, something was different. Today, he found himself lingering outside the Charms classroom, his heart beating just a little faster than usual.

The reason? A girl. A Hufflepuff, no less.

Her name was Y/N, a sixth-year like himself, though they had never exchanged more than a few words in passing. She wasn't loud or attention-seeking like some of her housemates; instead, she had a quiet strength about her that intrigued him. Her laughter was soft, but it carried across the corridors like a warm breeze, and her eyes, dark and mysterious, held secrets he suddenly found himself desperate to uncover.

Mattheo had never paid much attention to her before, but lately, he found his gaze drifting to her more often than he cared to admit. It had started innocently enough–catching sight of her in the Great Hall, noticing the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she read in the library. But now, it had turned into something more, a nagging thought in the back of his mind that he couldn't shake.

So here he was, waiting for her to emerge from her Charms class, an unfamiliar nervousness settling in his stomach. He wasn't used to feeling this way. He had asked girls out before–plenty of them, in fact. But this was different. Y/N was different.

As the classroom door creaked open, students began to spill out, laughing and chatting as they made their way to lunch. Mattheo's eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on her. She was laughing at something one of her friends had said, her eyes crinkling at the corners in that way he had grown so fond of.

Taking a deep breath, Mattheo straightened his posture and walked toward her, his usual swagger a bit more forced than usual. As he approached, her friend noticed him first, nudging Y/N and whispering something in her ear. Y/N looked up, her laughter fading as she met his gaze.

"Riddle," she greeted him, her tone polite but guarded.

"L/N," he responded, trying to keep his voice steady. This was it. No turning back now.

"Can I help you with something?" she asked, tilting her head slightly in curiosity.

Mattheo hesitated for a fraction of a second before speaking. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend."

There. He'd said it.

Y/N blinked, clearly surprised by the question. "You want to go to Hogsmeade? With me?"

Riddle nodded, his smirk flattering slightly. "Yes, with you."

For a moment, she didn't say anything, and Mattheo felt his heart race in the silence. But then, slowly, a smile spread across her lips. "I'd like that, Riddle," she said, her voice soft but sure. "I'd like that very much."

Relief flooded through Mattheo, and his usual confidence returned, stronger than before. "Great,' he said, the smirk back in full force. "I'll meet you outside the Great Hall at ten?"

"Sounds like plan," Y/N replied, her smile lingering as she turned to rejoin her friends, who were watching the interaction with barely concealed interest.

As Mattheo walked away, he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. He had done it. He had asked her out, and she had said yes. For the first time in a long while, he felt genuinely excited about something, and he knew that this weekend in Hogsmeade was going to be one to remember.

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