Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Girlfriend - Pt. 2

Word Count: 825

Y/N hurried out of the common room, her mind racing with thoughts she didn't want to confront. The sight of Mattheo and Seraphina together always made something in her chest tighten, something she couldn't quite name, but it felt too much like jealousy. It was easier to escape, easier to pretend she didn't care.

But as she walked through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, her footsteps echoing in the silence, she couldn't shake the image of them—Mattheo's carefree smile, the way Seraphina curled against him like she owned him. And the worst part? Y/N hated how much it bothered her.

The truth was, she'd always had complicated feelings toward Mattheo. They spent years bickering, teasing, and pushing each other's buttons. He was infuriating—too smug, too arrogant, too everything. But beneath the surface, there had always been tension, a pull she tried to ignore. And now, with Seraphina in the picture, it felt like she was being forced to confront something she wasn't ready for.

Lost in her thoughts, Y/N didn't notice someone else in the corridor until she nearly collided with them.

Y/N looked up, her heart skipping a beat as she found herself face-to-face with Mattheo. He stood casually, hands in pockets, his dark eyes watching her with that same frustratingly amused expression.

"Riddle," she muttered, trying to keep her voice stead. "What are you doing here?"

"Could ask you the same thing," he replied, stepping closer. "Running away from something?"

Y/N scoffed, crossing her arms defensively. "I'm not running away."

Mattheo's eyes glinted with mischief as he studied her, clearly unconvinced. "You're a terrible liar, Y/N."

She glared at him, frustration bubbling to the surface. "What do you want, Mattheo? Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend?"

He tilted his head, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, so you were watching."

Y/N's cheeks flushed. "I wasn't—" She paused, the shook her head, exasperated. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

Mattheo chuckled softly. "I've been told." He took another step toward her, his presence making the air between them thick with unspoken tension. "But seriously, what's got you so worked up?"

Y/N didn't answer immediately, her mind racing for an excuse, but Mattheo's gaze was too intense, too focused on her, and it was like he could see right through her. She hated that.

"It's nothing," she said quietly, turning her face away from him

But Mattheo didn't let it go. He moved closer, his voice dropping lower, more serious than she was used to. "Y/N, you're not exactly the easiest person to read, but right now? You're like an open book." He paused, his eyes searching hers. "Is this about Seraphina?"

Y/N's breath hitched, her pulse quickening. The way her name was made something twist inside her, something raw and uncomfortable. She clenched her fists, trying to regain control of her emotions.

"Why would it be about her?" she muttered, avoiding his gaze. "You can date whoever you want. It's none of my business."

Mattheo raised an eyebrow. "That's the problem, though, isn't it? You don't think it's none of your business." He reached out, his fingers brushing her arm, sending a jolt through her. "Tell me the truth. Why does it bother you so much?"

Y/N opened her mouth to deny it, but the words wouldn't come. She was tired of pretending, tired of acting like she didn't care when she did. The frustration, the jealously, the confusing emotions she had been bottling up for so long—it all came to an end.

"Because I don't like her, okay?" Y/N blurted out, her voice sharp with irritation. "I don't like how she's always hanging off you, acting like she owns you. I don't like how—" She stopped, realizing how much she was revealing. Her heart pounded as she stared at him, her breathing uneven.

Mattheo's expression shifted, the teasing gone from his eyes. He took another step, so close now that Y/N could feel the warmth radiating off him. "And what about me?" he asked quietly. "Do you hate me too?"

Y/N's throat tightened. The intensity in his gaze made it hard to think, let alone answer. "You've always driven me crazy, Mattheo," she whispered, her voice shaky. "But no, I don't hate you."

Mattheo's smirk returned, but it was softer, almost...helpful. He reached up, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb gently brushing across her skin. "Good," he murmured, his voice low, "because if I'm being honest, I've never liked Seraphina half as much as I like annoying you."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as his words sank in. For a moment, neither of them moved, the world around them fading away. All that mattered was the electricity crackling between them, the way Mattheo's eyes seemed to see through every wall she had built.

Before she could say anything, Mattheo leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was both gentle and intense, like something that had been building for far too long.

And in that moment, everything made sense. 

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