Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Rage

Word Count: 547

The corridors of Hogwarts buzzed with the usual chatter of students, but Y/N's mood was anything but light as she sat by the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. She could feel Mattheo's presence next to her, his signature smirk barely concealed as he casually threw jabs at her. This had been going on for days now, his teasing, persistent, playful—until today. Today, something inside her was teetering on the edge.

"Come on, Y/N," Mattheo drawled, leaning closer, his voice dripping with amusement. "What's the matter? Too uptight to let loose? Or is that just a family trait?" He flashed a grin, as though it was all harmless, as though he had any clue what he was talking about.

Y/N clenched her jaw, trying to ignore him, but the words were starting to hit too close to home.

He didn't stop. "You're just like the rest of them, aren't you? So perfect, so pristine. Your family's little golden girl." He chuckled, the sound grating in her ears. "Bet you've never had to lift a finger your whole life, huh? Must be nice."

That was the breaking point.

Y/N snapped her head toward him, her eyes blazing with fury. She shot up from her seat, her voice louder than she intended as the words erupted from her.

"You don't know anything about me, Mattheo!" Her voice echoed off the stone walls, cutting through the din of the Great Hall like a knife. Heads turned, students whispering, but Y/N didn't care. She was too far gone. "You think you can just throw my family's name around like you know us? You have no idea what I've been through. What I've had to do the moment I turned seventeen!"

Mattheo's grin faltered. He opened his mouth to respond, but Y/N wasn't finished.

"You don't get to make assumptions about me because I don't fit into your little box," she hissed, her hands shaking. "You don't know the pressure, the expectations, the weight of it all. I had to grow up the second I became of age. I didn't have a choice. I wasn't handed anything—I had to fight for my future, for my freedom."

Her breath hitched, her chest heaving as the anger poured out. "So keep my family's name out of your goddamn mouth, Riddle. You have no right to talk about things you don't understand."

For a moment, there was only silence. Mattheo stood there, his smirk long gone, replaced with something closer to shock—maybe even regret. His eyes flickered with something else, something deeper, but Y/N couldn't care less at that moment. She was done being his target, done with the assumptions.

She turned on her heel, pushing past him, leaving the hall without another word. The murmurs of the other students faded as she stormed out, but her heart was still pounding in her chest.

Mattheo didn't follow her. For the first time, she had left him speechless, his cocky facade crumbling in the face of her raw truth. And as for Y/N, as she walked away, she realized something—she wasn't afraid of him anymore. Not his teasing, not his words, not the way he saw her.

Because he didn't know her. Not the real her.

And if he ever wanted to, he'd have to stop hiding behind his arrogance and learn to actually listen. 

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