Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

The Bet

Word Count: 743

Mattheo Riddle, a notorious Slytherin with a reputation that sent shivers down the spine of every student at Hogwarts, was not one to back down from a challenge. So, when his friends placed a bet that he couldn't charm the seemingly innocent Hufflepuff girl, he accepted without hesitation.

The girl in question was Y/F/N, a Hufflepuff with a bright smile and an air of innocence that made her the darling of her house. She was known for her kindness, her gentle nature, and her unassuming presence. But there were rumors–whispers that beneath that sweet exterior was someone much more calculating. It was said that Y/F/N was a player, stringing along the hearts of unsuspecting boys without breaking a sweat. But to Mattheo, this was just another challenge, another heart to conquer.

He set his plan into motion the very next day. He crossed paths with her in the courtyard, his signature smirk in place as he leaned against the wall, watching her. "Y/N," he called out, his voice smooth and confident.

She looked up, her eyes bright and innocent, and smiled. "Mattheo, right?"

"Right," he replied, pushing off the wall and strolling over to her. "I've noticed you around. How come we've never really talked before?"

Y/N tilted her head slightly, her smile never wavering. "I guess we just run in different circles."

"Maybe we should change that," Mattheo suggested, his voice dropping to a lower, more seductive tone. "I'd love to get to know you better."

She laughed softly, a light, musical sound that sent a ripple through Mattheo's confidence. "Is that so? And why's that?"

"Because you're interesting,"he replied smoothly, stepping closer. "And I like interesting people."

Y/N's eyes sparkled with musement. "I'm sure you, Mattheo."

For the next few week, Mattheo turned on the charm, pulling out every trick in his book. He complimented her, walked her to class, and found reason to be near her. He even toned down his usual brooding demeanor when she was around, presenting a softer, more approachable side that most didn't get to see. And slowly, he began to see cracks in her innocent facade–little hints that there was more to Y/N than met the eye.

But what he didn't know was that Y/N was always one step ahead of him. She had heard about the bet before Mattheo even made his first move. The moment his friends had whispered about it in the Great Hall, she knew. But instead of confronting him, she decided to play along, curious to see how far he would go.

As the days turned into weeks, Y/N played her part perfectly. She pretended to be flattered by his attention, laughed at his jokes, and even blushed when he complimented her. But in truth, she was unfazed by his efforts, watching with a knowing smile as he tried to win her over.

One evening, as they walked by the lake, Mattheo decided it was time to seal the deal. The sunset cast a warm glow over the water, and turned to Y/N a soft, genuine smile. "Y/N, I've really enjoyed spending time with you," he began. "I was wondering...would you be my girlfriend?"

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Are you sure that's what you want, Mattheo?"

"Of course," he replied, full of confidence.

She paused for a moment, then leaned closer to him, her voice dropping into a whisper. "You know, Mattheo, I've known about the bet all along."

His eyes widened, and for a brief moment, he was at a loss of words. "You..knew?"

Y/N laughed softly, a sound that was both sweet and a little bit wicked. "Of course I did. But I decided to play along because, well...I wanted to see how far you'd go."

Mattheo was stunned. He had been outplayed at his own game. But instead of feeling angry, he found himself grinning. "Well played, love," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Y/N smiled up at him,a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I think we both had fun, didn't we?"

"Yeah," Mattheo admitted, still grinning. "I guess we did."

"Good," Y/N said, stepping back slightly. "But if you ever try to play me again, Mattheo Riddle, just remember–I'll always be one step ahead."

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Mattheo standing by the lake, both impressed and amused. As he watched her disappear into the distance, he realized that for the first time, someone had beaten him at his own game–and he couldn't help but respect her for it. 

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