Mattheo Riddle One Shots

The Serpent's Embrace

Words: 1580
Warnings: none
Summary: When Y/n, a first-year student at Hogwarts, finds herself drawn to the enigmatic Mattheo Riddle, sparks fly. Amidst the challenges of school life, the two discover a connection that transcends the expectations of their peers.

Y/n stood in the bustling Great Hall, familiar sounds of laughter and chatter swirling around her. The scent of roasted chicken and pumpkin pie filled the air, but her attention was fixed elsewhere. At the Slytherin table, Mattheo Riddle leaned back in his seat, an air of effortless confidence surrounding him. His dark hair fell perfectly into place, framing sharp features that seemed chiseled by the very hands of fate. She felt her heart race as he caught her gaze and smirked, the kind of smirk that sent butterflies flitting wildly in her stomach.

As the weeks rolled on, Y/n found herself unable to shake the feeling of curiosity towards Mattheo. He was more than just a popular Slytherin; he was a mystery wrapped in charm and danger. During Potions class, she often found herself distracted by his quiet confidence, the way he spoke to Professor Snape with an ease that made the rest of the class envy him.

One rainy afternoon, Y/n decided to seek refuge in the library. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the rows of ancient books, and she settled into a cozy corner with a tome on magical creatures. Lost in the words, she didn't notice Mattheo approaching until she heard his voice, smooth and teasing.

"Reading about how to tame a Niffler? Or maybe a Slytherin?" he quipped, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Y/n looked up, slightly flustered. "Maybe both," she replied, her cheeks warming under his gaze. "What are you doing here?"

"Just bored. I figured I could find something more interesting than my usual company," he said, sliding into the seat across from her. "You seem... different from the rest."

"Different how?" she asked, intrigued.

"You're not afraid of the library. Most people are scared of getting lost in the stacks," he remarked, a smile playing on his lips.

They spent hours talking, laughter filling the air around them as the rain drummed softly against the windows. Y/n discovered that beneath his charming facade, Mattheo was thoughtful, passionate about Quidditch, and surprisingly knowledgeable about ancient spells. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, and for the first time, Y/n felt seen for who she truly was.

As the weeks turned into months, their bond deepened. They studied together, often sharing secrets and dreams that seemed too big for their age. Y/n learned that Mattheo harbored a love for music; he often played the piano in the common room when he thought no one was listening. Intrigued, she suggested they have a late-night practice session, and to her delight, he agreed.

One evening, they crept down to the Slytherin common room, the dimly lit space filled with shadows. Mattheo sat at the grand piano, his fingers dancing across the keys with grace. The melody he played was haunting, a mix of joy and sorrow that resonated deeply within her.

"You're amazing," Y/n breathed, captivated by his talent.

He paused, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his expression. "I don't usually play for anyone. Music is... personal."

"Then let me be a part of it," she encouraged gently. "Share it with me."

With a hesitant nod, he began to play again, and Y/n found herself lost in the music. She closed her eyes, letting the sound wash over her, feeling a connection that transcended words. When he finished, silence enveloped them, and for a moment, it felt as if the world outside had faded away.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Mattheo asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course," Y/n replied, her heart pounding.