Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Secrets

Word Count: 927

The corridors of Hogwarts were empty, the soft glow of the torches casting long shadows on the stone walls. I could feel my heart racing in my chest as I crept silently, careful to not make a sound. Being out after curfew wasn't unusual for me anymore—not when I had somewhere important to be. Or rather, someone important to meet.

Mattheo Riddle.

The name sent a thrill down my spine, a mix of excitement and danger that I couldn't quite shake. No one knew about us, and that was how we wanted it. For now, at least.

There were too many prying eyes, too many questions about why we—of all people—would be together. I was the quiet one, the one who kept to myself, while Mattheo...well, Mattheo was Mattheo. The son of Voldemort, the brooding, sharp-tongued boy who everyone either feared or admired. But they didn't know him like I did.

I slipped through the door of the empty classroom where we'd agreed to meet, and there he was—leaning causally against the wall, his dark curls falling messily over his forehead, and that smirk, the one that sent my heart fluttering every time.

"Took you long enough," he teased, his voice low, almost a whisper.

"I had to avoid Filch," I shot back, crossing the room toward him. "Not all of us can get away with murder."

He chuckled, a deep, soft sound that made my stomach flip, and in one swift moment, he pulled me into his arms. His hands were warm against my skin as they settled on my waist, pulling me closer until there was hardly any space between us.

"I missed you," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.

I smiled, my hands resting against his chest. "It's only been a few hours."

"A few hours too long." His eyes gleamed with mischief, but there was something more behind them—something deeper, more intense. I was the side of Mattheo that no one else saw, the only side he let me see.

We weren't supposed to be doing this. I knew that. He knew that. But no matter how hard we tried to stay apart, we kept finding our way back to each other. It was dangerous, this secret of ours, but that only made it more intoxicating.

"I hate having to sneak around like this," I admitted, my voice almost above a whisper.

His expression softened, and he brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his thumb lingering on my cheek. "I know. But it's safer this way, for now. If people found out..."

I nodded, understanding all too well what he meant. His name carried weight, and not the good kind. If people knew we were together, they'd ask questions—questions neither of us were ready to answer. It wasn't just the fear of judgment; it was the danger that came with being close to Mattheo. His father's shadow loomed over him, and by extension, over me.

But in these moments, when it was just the two of us, none of that mattered.

He tilted my chin up, his dark eyes locking with mine. "I don't care what anyone thinks," he said quietly. "I'm not letting you go."

The sincerity in his voice took my breath away, and before I could respond, his lips were on mine. The kiss was gentle at first, soft and slow, but it quickly deepened, the intensity of everything we couldn't say pouring onto the way our mouths moved against each other. His hands gripped my waist tighter, and I melted into him, feeling the familiar warmth spread through me.

When we pulled apart, both of us breathless, he rested his forehead against mine, his fingers still tangled in my hair.

"I wish we didn't have to hide," I whispered.

"Soon," he promised, his voice firm. "When things calm down, we'll tell them. But right now, I need you safe. I can't lose you, Y/N."

I swallowed hard, my heart aching at the weight of his words. Being with him was dangerous, but I'd known that from the start. What surprised me was how much I didn't care. He was worth it.

"I'm not going anywhere," I whispered back. "No matter what."

He smiled then, a rare, genuine smile that made my chest feel lighter, and kissed me again, softer this time, like he was savoring the moment.

We stood there for what felt like hours, wrapped in one another, the world outside forgotten. But we both knew it couldn't last forever. There would be questions if I didn't return to my dorm soon, and Mattheo... well, he had his own reputation to uphold.

"I should go," I said reluctantly, pulling away slightly but not letting go of his hand.

His grip tightened for a moment before he sighed, nodding. "Yeah. I'll walk you back."

We left the classroom quietly, sticking to the shadows as we made our way through the castle. It was risky, being out like this, but we'd become experts at avoiding trouble—or at least, trouble we didn't want to face.

When we reached the corridor near my dormitory, he stopped, his hand still holding mine. "Tomorrow night?" he asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

I smiled. "Always."

He leaned down and kissed me one last time, his lips lingering against mine before he reluctantly let go. "Goodnight Y/N."

"Goodnight Mattheo."

As I watched him disappear down the hallways, my heart still racing, I couldn't help but smile to myself. We were a secret, but for now, that was enough. Because in the end, no matter the risk or outcome, he was worth it. 

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