Mattheo Riddle One Shots

THE 100th CHAPTER: A Valentines Night To Remember

BEFORE WE START, I've got a question...I started a new Mattheo Riddle x reader book. Should I add the book here too?

Yes:

No:

Idk:

100th chapter!

Words: 4261

Summary: A cute story of loveeeeeee

Warnings: FLUFF

I had never imagined that a Valentine's dinner date at Hogwarts could feel so... magical. The enchanted corridors, the flickering candles dancing in the twilight, and the soft murmur of laughter from fellow students in the Great Hall—all of it made the evening seem like something out of a dream. Yet, here I was, a proud Hufflepuff with a nervous flutter in my stomach, eagerly awaiting my dinner date with none other than Mattheo Riddle.

It all began in the late afternoon when I'd received his invitation—a note penned in his elegant, unmistakably precise handwriting—that asked if I would join him for a special Valentine's dinner that evening. My heart had nearly burst when I read the note again and again, each time marveling at the sincerity behind his words. Despite the mysterious air that always seemed to surround him, tonight he was simply Mattheo—gentle, attentive, and, as I had come to learn, surprisingly caring.

I spent the rest of the day preparing as best I could. I insisted on wearing my favorite green dress (Hufflepuff pride, after all), and I even added a delicate golden locket that my grandmother had given me—a small, sentimental reminder of home. But as much as I cared about my appearance, my thoughts kept returning to the gift I had made for him. I'd spent weeks crafting it, stitching together tiny pieces of charm and care into a little box that held a hand-painted miniature of the Hogwarts crest—a symbol of our shared home and, perhaps, the beginning of something new. I wrapped it carefully in soft pink tissue paper and tucked it away in my bag, its secret waiting to be shared.

The Great Hall was transformed for the occasion. Billowing red and white drapes hung from the walls, and fairy lights twinkled overhead like a sky full of stars. A gentle melody floated through the air, emanating from enchanted instruments hidden among the decorations. It was as if the castle itself had conspired to create the perfect ambiance for a night of blossoming romance.

I arrived a few minutes early, my heart pounding in time with the soft music. I found a quiet corner near a window that overlooked the grounds, where I could steal a glimpse of the beautifully manicured lawns and the twinkling lake beyond. I tried to calm the excited butterflies in my stomach by rehearsing our conversation in my head. Every word, every smile, every glance—I wanted it all to be perfect.

Just then, I heard the soft sound of footsteps behind me. I turned, and there he was. Mattheo looked even more striking than I remembered, his dark hair slicked back, his sharp features softened by a hint of warmth in his eyes. Despite the cool confidence he exuded, there was an unmistakable vulnerability about him tonight—an openness I rarely saw.

"Hello," he said softly, approaching with a gentle smile. "I'm glad you could come."

My breath caught as I returned his smile. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

For a moment, we simply stood there, soaking in the ambience and the quiet intimacy of the moment. Then, as if on cue, a server approached with a carved wooden door that opened to reveal our table, set with glistening silverware and delicate crystal glasses. The table was draped in a deep red cloth, and in the center, a small bouquet of roses added an extra touch of elegance. We walked over together, the soft clink of our footsteps echoing in the spacious hall.