Mattheo Riddle One Shots

Welcome To The Family

Warnings: Cuteness

Summary: Y/n finally meets Mattheo's friends (pansy, Theodore, Draco, Astoria, Enzo, Balsie) y/n meets them at a friend's giving party. And they are welcoming y/n to the group, telling her how much they love her and can't wait to know more about her, it's supper fluffy.

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The Slytherin common room was aglow with warm light, the usual green tint softened by enchanted fairy lights strung across the ceiling. A cozy fire crackled in the hearth, casting golden shadows on the walls. You stood by the entrance, your hand in Mattheo's as he guided you into the room. Your heart raced as you took in the sight of his friends gathered around a long table laden with food and drinks, their laughter filling the space.

"You'll be fine, love," Mattheo whispered, squeezing your hand reassuringly. His dark eyes sparkled with affection. "They're excited to meet you."

You swallowed your nerves, trusting him. He led you toward the table, where his closest friends—Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Astoria Greengrass, Lorenzo "Enzo" Berkshire, and Blaise Zabini—were chatting animatedly. The moment they noticed you, the conversation paused, and six pairs of curious eyes turned in your direction.

"Alright, everyone," Mattheo said with a grin, his voice cutting through the silence. "This is Y/N."

Pansy was the first to speak, her face lighting up with a warm smile. "So this is the girl we've heard so much about!" She rose gracefully, making her way over to you. "You're even more stunning than Mattheo said."

Your cheeks flushed as she pulled you into a brief but surprisingly friendly hug. "Welcome to the chaos," she added, stepping back with a grin.

Astoria followed closely behind, her delicate features soft with kindness. "I'm so glad you came," she said sincerely. "We've been dying to meet the girl who's managed to keep Mattheo in line."

The group laughed, and Mattheo groaned playfully, rolling his eyes. "Don't start, Astoria."

"Can't help it," she teased, winking at you. "You must have some sort of magic we don't know about."

"Here, sit with us," Theodore chimed in, gesturing to an open chair. "We've been saving you a spot."

Blaise grinned from his seat, raising his glass in your direction. "To Y/N! Finally gracing us with her presence."

The others followed suit, clinking their glasses together as Enzo leaned over to whisper loudly to Draco, "She's already cooler than Mattheo."

You laughed, feeling your nerves begin to ease. Mattheo smirked, his hand slipping to the small of your back as he leaned down to murmur in your ear, "Told you they'd love you."

As the evening unfolded, you found yourself relaxing more and more. The group asked you endless questions—some serious, others downright ridiculous.

"What's your favorite magical creature?" Astoria asked, her chin resting in her palm.

"Do you think you could beat Mattheo in a duel?" Theodore asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Pansy nudged Blaise with her elbow. "Don't scare her off, Blaise," she scolded, though her tone was light. "You're worse than Theo."

"Not possible," Enzo muttered, earning a mock glare from Theo.

The conversations flowed effortlessly, and for the first time, you felt like you truly belonged in Mattheo's world. The group's teasing remarks were good-natured, and their genuine interest in you made you feel seen and appreciated.

At one point, Pansy slid into the seat beside you, her expression serious. "I'm just going to say it—Mattheo's like family to us. And if he loves you, we love you too. But," she added with a smirk, "if you ever break his heart, we'll have to hex you."

"Pansy!" Mattheo groaned, throwing a piece of bread at her.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Noted. I'll keep that in mind."

"Good," she said with a wink.

By the time dessert was served—a towering pumpkin pie charmed to glow with golden sparks—you were laughing freely, your earlier nerves completely forgotten. Mattheo watched you with a soft smile, his arm slung casually around the back of your chair.

"You're really something, you know that?" he murmured as the others debated the best Quidditch team in the league.

"What do you mean?" you asked, tilting your head to look at him.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing your temple. "You've managed to win over the most impossible group of people I know. And you're not even trying."

You smiled, resting your head against his shoulder. "They're not so bad. I can see why you care about them."

"And now they care about you too," he said softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your arm.

For the first time since stepping into the common room that evening, you felt completely at ease. Surrounded by Mattheo and his friends—your friends now—you knew this was where you belonged.