Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Birthday Bummer

Word Count: 699

Y/N sat at the edge of the long dining table in the Great Hall, swirling her spoon absentmindedly through her breakfast. Today felt like any other day. The conversations around her were a blur, and not a single person had acknowledged the one thing she had secretly heaped someone would remember—her birthday.

It wasn't that she expected grand gestures or extravagant gifts, but something, anything, to show that someone cared would have been enough. Her friends talked animatedly about the latest Quidditch match, completely unaware of the tight knot in her chest. She had mentioned her birthday last week, but it had clearly slipped their minds.

Letting out a small sigh, Y/N stood up, ready to escape to the quiet part of the library, when a voice cut through her thoughts.

"Well, well, look who's sulking."

She froze. That voice. Of course, he had to show up now.

Turning slowly, Y/N found herself face-to-face with Mattheo Riddle, his dark eyes glinting with his usual mix of arrogance and amusement. His tall frame leaned casually against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Riddle," she muttered, her mood worsening. "What do you want?"

He stepped closer, his presence suffocating in a way she hated to admit made her heart race. "What's wrong, Y/N? Did someone forget something important today?" His voice was smooth, teasing, but his words hit too close to home.

Her eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

Mattheo tilted his head, his smirk growing. "Come one. You really think no one knows?" He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Happy Birthday, Y/N."

Shock cursed through her. She took a step back, glaring at him. "How did you—"

"Remember?" He finished for her. "I pay attention to things. Unlike your so-called friends." There was something smug in his tone, as if he was relishing the fact that he remembered when non one else had. "It's a shame, really. You'd think they'd care more."

Y/N clenched her fists, her anger flaring. "Why do you even care? You're always making my life miserable. What, are you just here to rub it in my face?"

Mattheo's smirk faltered slightly, and for a brief moment, something softer flickered in his eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared. He straightened up, shrugging. "Maybe I just wanted to be the only one who remembered. Or maybe..." His voice lowered, a dangerous edge creeping into it. "I like the way you react when you're angry."

Y/N's heart pounded, a confusing mix of emotions swirling inside her. She hated him—or at least, she thought she did. He'd always been a thorn in her side, pushing her buttons, knowing exactly how to get under her skin. And yet, today, he was the only one who had acknowledged her birthday. It made her feel vulnerable, and she hated that even more.

"Don't think this means anything, Riddle," she spat, trying to regain control of the situation. "I'm not going to suddenly like you just because you remembered something trivial."

Mattheo raised an eyebrow, the smirk returning to his lips. "Oh, trust me, I don't expect you to like me. But..." He pulled something from his pocket—a small, intricately wrapped package. "You might want this."

Y/N stared at the box, completely taken aback. "What's this?"

"Open it and find out."

She hesitated, her mind racing with questions, but curiosity got the better of her. She took the package from his hand and unwrapped it carefully. Inside was a delicate silver necklace, a single charm dangling from the chain—a tiny star.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat. It was beautiful, understated, and surprisingly thoughtful. She looked up at him, confusion written all over her face. "Why?"

His smirk softened into something that resembled a smile, though it still carried a hint of his usual mischief. "Maybe I'm not always the villain you think I am," he said simply before turning to leave. But just before he disappeared out the door, he glanced back, his eyes locking with hers.

"Happy birthday, Y/N. Don't forget it."

And with that, he was gone, leaving Y/N standing there, clutching the necklace, wondering if maybe, just maybe, Mattheo Riddle wasn't as heartless as she'd always thought. 

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