🖤Mattheo Riddle Oneshots 🖤

Belong

In the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, whispers of the night echoed softly, creating a symphony of secrets. Y/N L/N found herself wandering, unable to sleep, thoughts of the day's events swirling in her mind. As she turned a corner, she nearly collided with Mattheo Riddle, who seemed equally lost in thought.

"Y/N," he greeted, his voice a smooth blend of curiosity and surprise. "What brings you out here at this hour?"

"Couldn't sleep," she replied, her eyes meeting his. "And you?"

Mattheo shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "Same here. This place can be quite haunting at night, don't you think?"

They walked together in silence for a while, the tension between them palpable. There was something about Mattheo that intrigued Y/N, something dark yet undeniably magnetic. She had heard rumors about his lineage, whispers of the dark magic that ran through his veins, but standing next to him now, she saw only a boy, burdened by expectations and a legacy he didn't choose.

"Do you ever feel like you don't belong?" Y/N asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mattheo stopped walking and turned to face her, his eyes searching hers. "Every day," he admitted. "But then I remember that it's not about where we come from, but what we choose to become."

Y/N nodded, feeling a connection with him that she hadn't anticipated. "Maybe we can figure it out together," she suggested, a hopeful smile spreading across her face.

Mattheo's eyes softened, and he reached out, gently taking her hand. "I'd like that," he said. "I'd like that a lot."

As they continued their walk, hand in hand, the darkness of the night seemed a little less daunting, and for the first time in a long while, they both felt a glimmer of hope.