Mattheo Riddle One Shots

Green and Gold

Warnings: fluff, jealousy, Tom isn't Voldemort.

Summary: Reader is close with Tom, they are best friends. But Tom is not Voldemorts favorite son, Mattheo is. So Tom is sent to a boarding school, Hogwarts. And reader is Tom's best friend, in Slytherin. She's at the top of her classes. So Mattheo is sent to Hogwarts for his last year of school. He is jealous of Tom because Mattheo is in love with reader. One day reader runs into him, and they become fast friends.

Words: 1973

The halls of Hogwarts gleamed with an eerie, greenish light as the torches flickered against the cold stone walls. You walked briskly, books clutched to your chest, on your way to the Slytherin common room. The year had been uneventful for the most part, save for Tom's departure. It had stung to see your best friend, Tom Riddle, sent away, especially since you had always believed he deserved more recognition than his father ever gave him.

Tom had confided in you once, late at night in the library, about his strained relationship with his father. How he had always been overshadowed by his younger brother, Mattheo Riddle. While Tom was calculative, brilliant, and commanding, Mattheo was reckless, charming, and fiercely unpredictable.

You had never met Mattheo, though you had heard enough about him from Tom's bitter recounts to feel like you knew him. But this year, all of that changed.

Mattheo Riddle strolled into the Great Hall on the first day of term like he owned it. His dark curls fell lazily into his stormy gray eyes, a devil-may-care smirk pulling at his lips. The room seemed to shift around him as whispers erupted.

"That's him," you heard Pansy whisper beside you. "The infamous Mattheo Riddle."

You followed her gaze, your curiosity piqued. Mattheo was strikingly handsome, no doubt, but there was something about him—an air of defiance and danger—that immediately set him apart. He looked nothing like Tom, and yet, there was something unmistakably Riddle about him.

His gaze swept across the room, and for a moment, his eyes locked with yours. You felt a jolt in your chest, though you couldn't quite place why.

It wasn't until a week later that you truly met him. You had been rushing through the dimly lit dungeons, your mind preoccupied with upcoming exams, when you rounded a corner and collided with someone.

Books and parchment scattered across the floor.

"Watch where you're going," a deep voice drawled.

You looked up to see none other than Mattheo Riddle, his smirk firmly in place.

"Maybe you shouldn't lurk around corners," you shot back, kneeling to gather your belongings.

To your surprise, he knelt down as well, his fingers brushing against yours as he handed you a book. You froze, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"You're Tom's friend," he said, more a statement than a question.

"And you're Tom's brother," you replied, trying to steady your voice.

He chuckled, a low, warm sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Guilty as charged. Though, if you ask him, I'm sure he'd prefer to disown me."

You frowned, unsure of how to respond. Mattheo leaned back on his heels, watching you with an intensity that made you squirm.

"You're not what I expected," he admitted, his voice softer now.

"And what did you expect?" you asked, arching a brow.

"Someone... less intriguing," he said, standing and offering you a hand.

You hesitated before taking it, the warmth of his touch lingering even after he let go.