Mattheo Riddle One Shots

A New Years Kiss

Sorry y'all for not posting in a while!

Warnings: fluff, short.

Summary: Reader being scared of fireworks and Mattheo comforting her, then the clock hits 12 and they share a kiss on new years.

Words: 653

The Great Hall of Hogwarts was a vision of winter wonder—snowflakes drifted lazily in the enchanted ceiling, glittering lights wrapped around towering evergreens, and the room hummed with the buzz of excited students awaiting the New Year. You stood near the edge of the hall, trying to focus on the warmth of the festivities instead of the anxiety brewing in your chest.

The Hogwarts staff had decided to host a New Year's Eve celebration, complete with a magical fireworks display. While everyone else seemed thrilled, you couldn't shake the knot of fear tightening in your stomach. Fireworks had always scared you—the loud booms, the blinding lights, the unpredictability of it all.

You glanced around the room, searching for Mattheo Riddle. He wasn't hard to spot—his dark hair, sharp jawline, and magnetic presence always drew attention. He stood near a group of Slytherins, laughing at something Theo had said, but his eyes found yours almost instantly.

He excused himself and made his way over to you, his expression softening as he reached your side.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

You forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "You forget I know you, love? What's wrong?"

You hesitated, then sighed. "It's the fireworks. I'm... not great with them."

His brow furrowed, concern flickering in his dark eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to ruin the night for you," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mattheo shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Y/N, you could never ruin anything for me." He took your hand, threading his fingers through yours. "Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere quieter," he said simply, leading you out of the Great Hall and onto one of the castle's quieter balconies. The chill of the winter air bit at your cheeks, but Mattheo slipped his robe off and draped it over your shoulders.

The distant sound of chatter and laughter from the hall filled the silence as he leaned against the stone railing, pulling you close. "We can watch the fireworks from here. You don't have to be in the middle of it all."

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you."

Mattheo brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch warm despite the cold. "I've got you," he said softly. "Always."

The two of you stood there, your head resting against his chest as the clock inched closer to midnight. When the first firework exploded in the distance, you flinched, your grip on his shirt tightening.

"It's okay," he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head. "Focus on me, not the noise."

His voice was steady, grounding, and you let yourself sink into his presence. He began tracing slow circles on your back, his calm demeanor soothing the storm inside you.

Then, the clock began to chime—twelve slow, deliberate strokes.

"Happy New Year, Y/N," Mattheo whispered, tilting your chin up so your eyes met his.

"Happy New Year," you replied, your voice shaky but laced with warmth.

His gaze softened, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause. Then, without hesitation, he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss was tender and unhurried, a perfect contrast to the chaos of the fireworks exploding in the distance. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You're my favorite way to start the year," he said quietly, his thumb brushing your cheek.

And in that moment, with Mattheo holding you close and the world fading away, you believed him.