Mattheo Riddle One Shots

Snowball Wars

Warnings: FLUFF

Summary: just a "harmless" snowball war.

Words: 812

The first snow of the year had blanketed the Hogwarts grounds in a thick, shimmering white coat. Most of the students were outside, throwing snowballs or building snowmen, their laughter carrying through the frosty air. Y/N, however, preferred the warmth of the Slytherin common room, curled up in her favorite armchair by the fire, a steaming cup of tea in hand.

The quiet was interrupted by the sound of boots stomping on the stone floor. Mattheo Riddle entered, his face flushed from the cold, snowflakes still clinging to his dark curls.

"Oi, Y/N," he called, his voice cutting through the hushed room.

She didn't even look up from her book. "What, Riddle?"

"You're not seriously planning to spend the first snow of the year cooped up in here, are you?" he asked, sauntering over to her.

"I don't see why not," she replied, turning a page. "It's warm, it's quiet, and I don't have to deal with anyone throwing snowballs at my face."

He smirked, crouching in front of her so their eyes met. "You're no fun."

"Maybe I'm just smarter than everyone freezing their fingers off outside," she quipped, taking a sip of her tea.

Mattheo grinned, leaning closer. "Well, now you've gone and hurt my feelings."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll survive," Y/N said, rolling her eyes.

He stood up, stretching dramatically. "Alright, if you won't come willingly, I'll just have to make you."

Before she could protest, Mattheo reached down, grabbed her by the wrist, and tugged her to her feet. Her tea sloshed slightly but didn't spill.

"Mattheo!" she yelped.

"You've been holed up long enough," he said, pulling her toward the exit. "Come on, just ten minutes. If you hate it, I'll personally carry you back to this chair."

She groaned but didn't resist too much, knowing he wouldn't let up until she agreed. "Fine. Ten minutes. That's all you're getting."

The cold hit her as soon as they stepped outside. Y/N pulled her cloak tighter around herself, glaring at Mattheo. "Happy now?"

"Not yet," he said with a mischievous grin. Without warning, he bent down, scooped up a handful of snow, and tossed it at her.

It hit her squarely in the shoulder, and she gasped. "Oh, you're dead for that!"

Her hand darted down, grabbing a handful of snow. She packed it quickly and hurled it back at him. Mattheo dodged, laughing as he ducked behind a tree.

"Is that the best you've got?" he teased, peeking out from behind his cover.

Y/N smirked. "Not even close."

What followed was an all-out war. Snowballs flew back and forth as they chased each other across the courtyard. Y/N managed to land one square on Mattheo's chest, and he retaliated by tossing one that just barely missed her head.

"You're faster than you look!" he called, his breath visible in the crisp air.

"And you're worse at this than I expected!" she shot back, laughing.

Mattheo grinned, scooping up another handful of snow. But before he could throw it, Y/N darted toward him, tackling him into the snow.

They landed with a soft thud, the powdery snow cushioning their fall. Mattheo's laughter rang out, and Y/N found herself laughing, too, her cheeks flushed from the cold and the adrenaline.

"Alright, truce!" he said, holding up his hands in surrender.

She sat back, still grinning. "You admit defeat?"

"Never," he replied, flipping them over so he was hovering above her. Her laughter stopped abruptly as their eyes met, the playful energy shifting into something softer.

The snow fell around them in gentle flakes, catching in Mattheo's dark hair and melting against Y/N's warm cheeks. He brushed a stray flake off her forehead, his touch lingering for a moment.

"You're full of surprises, Y/N," he murmured, his voice low and warm.

She felt her breath hitch, her heart pounding in her chest. "You're not so bad yourself, Riddle."

For a moment, the world around them seemed to fade away. It was just the two of them, lying in the snow, their faces inches apart. Then Mattheo broke the silence, a small, teasing grin tugging at his lips.

"Should we call it a draw?"

She laughed softly, the tension easing. "Fine. But only because I don't want to get frostbite waiting for you to admit I won."

He chuckled, rolling onto his back beside her. They lay there for a while, staring up at the gray sky as the snow continued to fall.

"Thanks for dragging me outside," Y/N said eventually, her voice quiet.

Mattheo turned his head to look at her, a soft smile on his lips. "Anytime."

And as they lay there, side by side, Y/N realized that maybe snow days weren't so bad after all.