Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Fiercely Protective - M.R as a Boyfriend

Word Count: 797

The air in the Great Hall was thick with tension as students chattered and moved about, but Mattheo Riddle was hardly paying attention to any of it. His sharp eyes were trained on his girlfriend, Y/N, sitting a few seats down at the Hufflepuff table, laughing with her friends. She looked beautiful, her carefree smile lighting up the room. A rare moment of peace washed over him as he watched her, the weight of his lineage and the dark legacy that clung to him momentarily fading in her presence.

But then, something shifted.

A loud, mocking laugh broke through the hum of conversation, cutting into his thoughts like a blade. Mattheo's eyes narrowed as he turned his gaze to the source of the sound. It was Marcus Flint, a burly seventh-year Slytherin, known for his arrogance and crude behavior. Flint, along with a few of his cronies, were pointing at Y/N, their sneers making Mattheo's blood boil instantly.

"What's a pretty little Hufflepuff like you doing with a snake like Riddle?" Flint called out loudly, his voice dripping with condescension. His friends snickered as they leaned in, egging him on. "Maybe she's trying to clean up his dark family name. How noble of her."

Y/N's smile faltered, and she glanced over to Mattheo, her expression unsure. Mattheo's fists clenched under the table. His jaw tightened as a wave of fury surged through him. The Great Hall seemed to fall away, and all he could focus on was the way Flint was looking at her–as if she was nothing, as if her relationship with him was a joke.

He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the stone floor, drawing the attention of several nearby students. Without a word, Mattheo began walking over toward the Slytherin table, his dark green robes billowing behind him. His movements were controlled, but the intensity in his eyes was unmistakable–cold and dangerous, like a storm brewing.

The moment Flint saw Mattheo approaching, his smirk faltered. But instead of backing down, he puffed his chest, clearly trying to look unfazed.

"Ah, look who it is," Flint sneered. "Come to defend your little Hufflepuff, Riddle? Or are you just as confused as the rest of us as to why she's with you?"

Mattheo didn't respond at first. He stopped right in front of Flint, his body tense with barely contained rage. He leaned in slightly, his voice dangerously low.

"You've got about five seconds to shut your mouth, Flint," Mattheo said, his voice dripping with venom, "before I make sure you never say another word again."

Flint's bravado faltered as Mattheo's gaze pierced through him. The tension was palpable, and the hall grew quieter as students sensed the growing conflict. Y/N, standing up from her seat now, watched nervously, knowing how protective Mattheo could be.

"What's the matter, Riddle?" Flint tried to laugh, though his voice wavered. "Can't take a joke?"

"This isn't a joke," Mattheo growled, his hand twitching toward his wand. "You don't get to disrespect her. Ever. If you ever look at her or speak to her like that again, I swear you'll wish you hadn't."

Flint swallowed hard, his eyes flicking to the wand Mattheo was now gripping. "Relax, mate. Just having a bit of fun."

Mattheo's patience snapped. With lightning speed, he grabbed the front of Flint's robes and yanked him forward, their faces inches apart. "She's not part of your fun," he spat, his voice filled with raw fury. "And if you even think about her again, I'll make sure you regret it."

The entire hall was silent now, all eyes on the confrontation. Flint, now visibly shaken, nodded quickly, hsi bravado completely shattered. Mattheo shoved him back with a force that made him stumble into his seat.

Without sparing another glance at Flint, Mattheo turned and walked straight to Y/N, his expression softening ever so slightly when he reached her. He gently took her hand, the warmth of his touch contrasting with the cold fury still radiating off him.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly, his voice now laced with concern rather than anger.

Y/N nodded, her heart racing from the intense scene that had just unfolded. "I'm fine, Mattheo. You didn't have to do that."

Y/N smiled at him, her fingers squeezing his hand reassuringly. "Thank you."

Mattheo glanced over his shoulder at Flint, who was now avoiding eye contact with anyone, before turning his full attention back to her. "Come on," he murmured. "Let's get out of here."

With her hand in his, Mattheo led her out of the Great Hall, the whispers of students trailing behind them. Despite the chaos and tension, Y/N couldn't help but feel safe with Mattheo by her side. His fierce protectiveness, though intense, was also rooted in his love for her–a love he'd protect with everything he had. 

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I'm going to be making this a mini-series about various scenarios about how I think Mattheo would react/act :)

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