Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Girlfriend

Word Count: 502

Y/N sat at the edge of the common room, staring into the fire, her jaw clenched as laughter echoed through the room. She didn't have to look to know where it was coming from—Mattheo and his girlfriend, Seraphina, were curled up together on the couch, laughing over something that only seemed funny to them.

Seraphina was everything Y/N couldn't stand. She was perfect—at least, on the outside. Gorgeous, with a high-pitched laugh that grated on Y/N's nerves and a way of draping herself over Mattheo like he was some prize to be shown off. And Mattheo? He seemed to love every second of it. The teasing smirks he used to direct towards Y/N were now reserved for Seraphina, and it bothered her more than she wanted to admit.

Why does it bother you? She chided herself. He's just Mattheo. Always irritating, always smug. It should matter who he dates. I shouldn't care this much about who he dates. But her?

But it did matter, more than she wanted to acknowledge.

As if on cue, Seraphina's laugh rang out again, loud and exaggerated. Y/N's hands tightened around the book she wasn't even reading. She tried to focus on the words, but they blurred together as the glanced over the top of the pages, watching as Seraphina leaned in to whisper something in Mattheo's ear. He grinned, pulling her closer.

Y/N felt her stomach twist.

"You know," came a voice beside her, startling her from her thoughts, "if you keep glaring like that, you might actually set her on fire."

Y/N looked up to see Theodore Nott watching her with a knowing smirk. She quickly averted her gaze, trying to hide the heat rising to her cheeks. "I'm not glaring," she muttered, but even she didn't believe it.

Theo chuckled. "Sure. And I'm the next Minister of Magic." He leaned against the armrest, his eyes flickering between Y/N and the couple across the room. "You know, you're not exactly subtle."

Y/N shot him a look. What's that supposed to mean?"

Theo raised an eyebrow. "You think no one notices how you react every time you see them together? It's written all over your face, Y/N. You can't stand her."

Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but the words died in her throat. Instead, she snapped the book shut and stood up. "I don't care what they do. Seraphina can have him," she said, trying to sound convincing even to herself.

Theo's smirk softened into something more understanding. "You sure about that?"

Y/N hesitated, her eyes drifting back to Mattheo. He laughed at something Seraphina said, his usual arrogant grin plastered across his face, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—a brief glance in Y/N's direction, a moment of hesitation before he looked away.

She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Yeah," she whispered. "I'm sure."

But deep down, she knew she wasn't. Because every time she saw them together, it reminded her of something she didn't want to admit—a feeling she'd buried for far too long. 

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