Mattheo Riddle One Shots

Serpent's Whisper

Warnings: CUTE FLUFF, BUT SHORT SORRY!

Summary: How Mattheo riddle meets the quiet Slytherin named y/n out.

Words: 652

The Slytherin common room was unusually quiet for a Friday evening. Most of the house had scattered to either the Great Hall or secret parties elsewhere in the castle. Y/N sat alone in her usual corner, the emerald glow of the fireplace illuminating the open book in her lap. She preferred the quiet, the solitude. It was far better than the chaos of socializing with people who rarely understood her reserved nature.

But tonight, the peace didn't last long.

Mattheo Riddle strolled in with his usual aura of confidence and rebellion. His dark curls were slightly tousled, and his sharp jawline caught the firelight. He was followed by a group of his friends, but for some reason, his eyes scanned the room and landed on Y/N. It wasn't the first time he'd noticed her. She had a quiet strength about her that intrigued him—a mystery he was determined to solve.

"Oi, Riddle, you coming?" one of his friends called as they headed toward the exit.

Mattheo waved them off without looking. "I'll catch up later."

Y/N glanced up briefly, her eyes meeting his. She quickly returned her gaze to her book, her heart racing. She'd seen him around countless times, but he was the type who thrived in the limelight—far removed from her quiet existence.

"You always sit here alone, don't you?" Mattheo's voice broke the silence as he leaned against the armrest of the couch across from her.

She looked up, surprised. "I like the quiet."

He smirked, tilting his head. "Quiet's overrated. Though... I suppose I can see why you'd prefer it."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

"You don't need to shout to make people notice you," he said simply. His voice had softened, a rare sincerity slipping through his usual bravado.

Her cheeks warmed, and she quickly looked back at her book. "What do you want, Riddle?"

"I want to know why someone like you is always hiding in plain sight," he replied, sitting down across from her. "You're smarter than most people in this castle, I've seen it in class. But you don't say much."

"Maybe I don't feel the need to," Y/N said, closing her book and meeting his gaze. "Why do you care?"

"Because I like puzzles," he admitted, his dark eyes glinting. "And you're the most interesting one I've come across."

Over the following weeks, Mattheo seemed to find excuses to bump into her. He'd sit next to her in the library, partner up with her in Potions, and even walk her back to the common room after classes. Slowly, Y/N began to let her guard down, finding that his confidence was balanced by a surprising depth.

One evening, after a particularly long study session, Mattheo caught her just before she reached the dormitory staircase.

"Y/N," he called, his usual teasing smirk replaced with something more serious.

She stopped, turning to face him. "What is it?"

He hesitated, scratching the back of his neck—a rare moment of vulnerability. "Look, I'm not great at this kind of thing, but... I like you. A lot. You're not like anyone else I've ever met."

Her eyes widened, her heart hammering in her chest.

"I was wondering if you'd want to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend," he continued, his voice softer now. "Just the two of us."

Y/N studied him for a moment, searching for any hint of a joke. But all she found was sincerity.

A small smile tugged at her lips. "I'd like that."

Mattheo's smirk returned, though this time it was tinged with relief. "Good. It's a date, then."

As he walked away, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. Perhaps the quiet wasn't so overrated after all.