Mattheo Riddle Imagines

Shocked

I left my abusive boyfriend's room and I was ashamed. He beat me up pretty badly this time around. I walked with my head down low through the common room and I got stopped. "Hey, what's wrong?" It was Mattheo. "Oh nothing." I said, slightly looking up. "He hurt you again." Mattheo said, his face was filled with anger. "It's okay. I'm going to my dorm." I said, trying to get past him. "You aren't going anywhere. Theodore, keep her here." Mattheo said. Mattheo left and I was crying. I didn't want him to fight. About 20 minutes later, Mattheo came in with blood all over his face. I quickly got up and Mattheo looked down at me. "You should see the damage he did to your pretty face." I said, cupping his face. "Oh darling, as long as you still think I'm pretty. I don't give a damn what I look like." Mattheo said. Everyone was shocked. I was very very shocked. Mattheo kisses me. I kissed back and pulled away. "What was that for?" I asked, basically in a whisper. "You two are done. Let's get you to bed." Mattheo said. "Can I stay with you?" I whispered, looking into those beautiful brown eyes of his. "Of course." He said, he had a hand on the small of my back. He lead the way to his dorm and I was so nervous and I have no clue why.

"He really did broke your nose. I'm so sorry." I said, cleaning his nose cut. "It's fine. It doesn't hurt. But that stings." Mattheo said, gripping the back of my thighs. "I'm sorry." I said, catching myself with my left hand on his shoulder. I looked down at him and he's been staring at me the whole time. "He really bruised you. Are you sure it's not hurting?" He asked. "Yeah, I'm sure. I'm used to the pain." I said. "You know you can tell me if it really hurts." Mattheo said, staring into my soul. "Fine, it does hurt but it's completely fine." I said. His hands slid up the back of my thighs to my waist. He sat me down on his lap and he smiled. "If he ever looks in your general direction, you tell me. He will never ever hurt you again." Mattheo said. "Okay." I said, now cleaning his blood off his mouth. He cupped my cheek and I dropped the cloth, I was cleaning up his face with. "Wow, did I really affect you that much by touching your face?" He said with a chuckle. "Shut up." I said. "Can I kiss you?" He asked. "Yes." I said. He kissed me hard. It was a very very passionate kiss. I never experienced a kiss like this before. My hands went to his hair. His hand pulled me closer. I pulled away and started giggling. "You don't like me." I said. "Who said that? Because I love you." Mattheo said. "No, you don't. You don't know what I'm like. I have a lot of problems." I said. "Then tell me what you are and your problems." He said. "I self harm, depression, anxiety with throwing up or thunderstorms. Um, I can't ever go home again because my older brother kicked me out at the age of 13. I smoke and drink a lot. I can drink over 15 beers without getting drunk. I smoke more than the Slytherin boys body weight in cigarettes. Do I need to list more?" I said. "Honey, you think that bothers me? I like you for you. I don't want a dumb blonde like Theodore does. I want you." Mattheo said. I smiled and kissed his cheek. I hugged him tightly and he held me. "Let's get you to bed." He said, getting up. I just held on for dear life.

I woke up and sighed. I had another nightmare of my ex boyfriend. "What? You okay?" Mattheo asked. We've been dating for about four weeks. We waited after a month, he helped me through a lot. "Another nightmare. I'm fine, go back to bed." I said. He laid on my lap and I played with his hair. "Goodnight Mattheo." I said. "Mhmm, goodnight." He said, kissing my thigh. I giggled and smiled down at him. I looked over at the clock, it was just turning five in the morning. I sighed and shuffled so I was more comfortable. He shuffled with me. I smiled. He's the best thing to happen to me.
His alarm went off at 6:30 and it startled me. "Holy shit." I said. "Mhmm, I hate practice at 6:30." Mattheo groaned, pulling me closer to him. "I'll come down with you." I said. Mattheo sat up and smiled at me. "You will?" He asked. "Yeah." I said, he smashed our lips together. I kissed back and he closed me closer by my waist. I pulled away and he groaned. "I hate you." He mumbled. "I love you more." I said, pecking his lips. We got off the bed and got ready for the day.

"How dare you?!" I shouted. "What? Did I forget a date?" Mattheo said. "You are hiding my favorite jeans. This makes my ass pop. I love these jeans." I said. "That's why I took them. No one gets to see your ass expect me." He said. "Well I'm taking them back, you jerk." I said, putting them on. "Yeah no. The boys are going to stare at your ass." Mattheo said. "You can fight, right?" I asked. "Yeah, why?" He asked. How is he this dumb? "You can fight them if they stare at my ass. We need to get going." I said.

We got to the Quidditch Field. "Hey guys." I said, waving at the boys. "Hey honey." Theodore said. "Hi Theo." I said with a smile. "How did you get him up before noon on a Saturday?" Theodore asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "I put on these jeans is how I did it." I said with a chuckle. Theodore leaned back and looked at my butt. "Hey no. That is my butt to look at." Mattheo said, smacking him across the back of his head. I chuckled and Theodore rubbed his head. "Sorry." I said to him.

I sat in the bleachers and Mattheo flew towards me. "Go and practice." I said. Mattheo kissed me and I kissed back. "I was just going to tell you that practice is going to go for another hour. You can go back to bed if you want." He said. "No, I want to be here. You look really hot flying around and hit the ball thingy." I said with a smile. "The Quaffle?" He asked. "Yeah, I think." I said. "Okay. I packed you some snacks in your purse." He said, kissing my head then leaving. I went inside my purse he indeed pack me pretzels and the Nutella from the Muggle World. "Babe, you are the freaking best!" I shouted. "You know it!" He shouted back.
They ended practice and Mattheo lit his cigarette and threw his arm over me. I took his cigarette and inhaled it. "Hey, I'll give you your own jerk." He said. I chuckled and gave it back. "It hurts my lungs now since I haven't smoked in a really long time." I said. I coughed and Mattheo laughed. "Sorry, I don't mean to laugh but I'm proud you aren't smoking anymore." He said, kissing me. I kissed back and pulled away. "Thanks." I said. "Anytime sweet thing." He said. It made me laugh.

It's been two years and I'm still shocked that Mattheo and I are dating. We are actually now fiancés  and life is pretty amazing.