Mattheo Riddle One Shots

Strangers

Warnings: ANGST, INSECURITIES, I LITERALLY CRIED WRITING AND PROOFREADING THIS. OTHER WARNINGS BUT LIKE ITS HEARTBREAKING ANGST, JUST THE WAY I LOVE IT!

Summary: Mattheo was new and one day he doesn't have enough paper so reader gives him some being nice, and they become fast friends. Reader is a quiet person, with no friends because they think she is weird. But she's just introverted. But Mattheo was the exact opposite, and they were friends. But reader thought they were BEST friends. Because he was her only friend. But about a month later of Mattheo being new, he makes friends with Draco, Theodore, and others not hanging out with reader as much. Until one day about 3 weeks later reader asks Mattheo to hang out but Mattheo was with his friends so he acted like he didn't know her.

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Reader's POV

The day I first met Mattheo Riddle was so mundane that I almost didn't realize it would become the most pivotal moment in my life. He had been new to Hogwarts, wandering into the Transfiguration classroom with that nonchalant air about him, his uniform slightly undone, his dark hair curling over his forehead in disarray. He sat next to me—not because he wanted to, but because it was the only seat left.

"Do you have any spare parchment?" he asked after about five minutes of fumbling through his bag.

I hesitated. Most people didn't ask me for anything unless it was to mock me. I was just the quiet girl, the one everyone whispered about but never spoke to. Still, something about his voice compelled me, his brown eyes soft but unwavering as they met mine.

"Sure," I mumbled, pulling a few sheets from my stack and sliding them across the table.

His lips curled into a smile that didn't seem forced. "Thanks. I'm Mattheo, by the way."

"I know," I whispered, heat rushing to my face. Everyone knew who he was—the enigmatic new Slytherin with a last name that carried weight.

From that moment on, we started talking. It was casual at first, just little exchanges in class. But then he began seeking me out, sitting with me at lunch or in the library. He'd tease me gently, trying to pull me out of my shell.

"You're way too quiet," he'd say, leaning closer than necessary, his voice full of mischief. "Do you even know how to have fun?"

And I'd roll my eyes, but secretly, I relished the attention. For the first time in years, I had someone who saw me—not the weird, quiet girl everyone avoided, but me.

I thought we were best friends.

Mattheo's POV

When I first came to Hogwarts, I wasn't expecting to meet someone like her. She wasn't loud or overly confident like most people I gravitated toward. No, she was soft-spoken, always keeping her head down, as though afraid the world would crush her if she stood too tall.

At first, I didn't think much of it. She had been kind enough to give me parchment when I needed it, and talking to her during those first few days gave me something to do. But she grew on me—her quietness wasn't weakness; it was strength, a kind I didn't understand.

I liked her. Maybe too much.

But things changed when Draco and the others started pulling me into their circle. They were different—louder, more dominant. They had expectations, and being around them was like navigating a maze with traps hidden at every corner.

I knew what they'd think of her. She wasn't like them. She wasn't ruthless or cunning. She was pure, and they would destroy her just for fun.

So I started pulling away.