A Mattheo Riddle enemies to lovers with a bit of Draco Malfoy too 😜 Mattheo Riddle is determined to be feared, yet his greatest nightmare is himself. Nerezza McNair desires control over her peers and to have Draco Malfoy all to herself, but she can't fight her own darkness growing inside of her. Ironically, Mattheo becomes the riddle she can't crack. A bourgeoisie addict and a troubled mystery pair together each for their own benefit, where neither understands the bond they're forming. And once she gets what she wants, she's torn between her love for Draco and her new found obsession with Mattheo. "Why are you helping me?" "Because I like the idea of you owing me" Riddle smirks.

𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 knows what monsters look like. They take all shapes and forms. She was raised on their legacy. With all her family gone, she learned to survive in the ruins of a life she never got to live. Blame was easy. Hatred was easier. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 is the son of a monster. The son of a man she hates. The boy everyone expects to become him. He's supposed to be just like him. But, is he?

Mattheo Riddle was consumed by the darkness within him. The shadow that had followed him since childhood was no longer something hidden - everyone could see it now. With unruly dark curls, haunting brown eyes, and a presence that demanded attention, he was impossible to ignore and even harder to approach. Scars marked his skin like cruel reminders of the truth he carried and the destiny he despised. Many believed Mattheo hated his own kind; some even swore they had never heard him speak, only witnessed the cold menace in his gaze. Night was the only time he felt at peace, when the darkness outside matched the one buried deep inside him. Alessia carried her surname like a curse. A silent burden that isolated her from everyone around her. While Mattheo was feared openly, Alessia disappeared into the shadows by choice - quiet, withdrawn, and hidden for reasons no one could understand. Many believed she had been wrongly sorted into Slytherin, a house that never truly fit her yet chained her to endless whispers and suspicion. She endured the stares and rumors in silence, never defending herself, never explaining. And perhaps that made her even more dangerous. Because a person with too many questions can be dangerous- but someone who asks none at all is far worse for her. In many ways, they were mirrors of each other. Two souls shaped by darkness, separated only by careful arrangements made by the professors who feared what might happen if they ever crossed paths. No one knew the extent of Alessia's abilities. No one knew what Mattheo Riddle was truly planning. But if they ever met... Would their collision destroy the world around them - -or finally save it?

My name carries weight, heavier than you might ever imagine. It is always associated with hatred, fear, and darkness-everything everyone expected me to be. One lesson I learned young is that it's better to be feared. But I was the one scared of him, of her, of their power and my own reflection. I've inherited his dark brown eyes-heavy, emotionless, and empty. I've got her curls, and hell, even her facial features. That's the worst part of me: seeing their creation reflected in my face. I am just another puppet, their biggest disappointment, yet still enough to lead when things get out of hand. Another year of classes, another year closer to my end-mentally and physically. Their whispers follow me everywhere, in every corner, as if I were the cause of all this, as if I had chosen it. Like hell, I would. By now, their ugly words no longer reach me. At least that's what I'm telling myself. My jaw always clenched, holding back any emotion, any words, any fists. I hate how they fear me and how they act around me, but, honestly, I'm even scared of myself. But it was better this way; someone closer than my arm's length would complicate things. Right? Right. Credit for Mattheo Riddle goes out to Yasemin and anything related to Harry Potter obviously to JK Rowling.💗 Her headcanons of him are mixed with mine a little. You always disagreed with popular Mattheo Riddle? Let me show you my version of Mattheo Riddle. Enjoy the read💞

Anais Beatriz Snape Amador was never meant to exist - not in the eyes of the Ministry, the Death Eaters, or even her own mother. Born of shadow and legacy, she arrives at Hogwarts cloaked in secrecy, her name whispered in pureblood halls and feared in others. A Slytherin by birthright, a weapon by design, Anais is as brilliant as she is dangerous. Her presence is cold, commanding, and calculated - perfectly curated to hide the truth no one can ever know: she is the illegitimate daughter of Severus Snape. But everything begins to unravel during the year of the Triwizard Tournament. As chaos descends on the castle and dark magic weaves its way back into the world, Anais finds herself drawn into a storm of secrets, seduction, and betrayal. At the heart of it all is Mattheo Riddle - the darkly magnetic son of Lord Voldemort, and every bit as cursed as the name he bears. Their rivalry simmers with unspoken tension, threatening to ignite into something far more destructive. But while Mattheo ignites the fire, it's Theodore Nott who watches it burn - silent, calculating, always two steps ahead. He sees through every mask Anais wears, every lie she tells herself, and offers something Mattheo never could: control. Between them, she's caught in a game of pull and push - chaos and calm, fury and stillness. And standing beside her, always, is Lorenzo Berkshire - her oldest friend, her steady compass in a world that seems intent on tearing her apart. As whispers of war rise from the ashes of the past, Anais must choose between legacy and loyalty, vengeance and vulnerability. Because the truth is coming. The masks are slipping. And when bloodlines are weapons and love is a liability, survival means becoming more than a name. He is the son of a monster. She is the girl bred to survive one. Neither asked to be pawns in this game. This isn't a fairytale. This is Slytherin love - sharp, seductive, and bound to ruin.

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black has always stood for "Toujours Pur," but in a world teetering on the edge of war, purity isn't enough-only power matters. To solidify a crumbling alliance between the Old Guard and the rising tide of the Dark Lord's regime, a pact is struck. ​Y/N Black, the sharp-tongued, defiant heiress to the Black legacy, is bartered away like a piece of chess. Her opponent? Mattheo Riddle, the cold, chaotic, and dangerously charming son of Voldemort himself. ​ ​This isn't a fairy tale; it's a sentence. Y/N and Mattheo have spent years at Hogwarts perfecting the art of mutual loathing. ​Y/N sees Mattheo as a reckless monster playing with a crown he hasn't earned. ​Mattheo sees Y/N as a pampered relic of a dying aristocracy, far too proud for her own good. ​Their hatred isn't quiet-it's explosive. It's hexes whispered in dark corridors and venomous insults traded over silver platters. ​ ​The contract is signed in blood and sealed with an Unbreakable Vow. They are forced into a shared manor, tasked with presenting a united front to the Death Eaters and the Ministry alike. But behind closed doors, the "alliance" looks more like a war zone. ​As the political pressure mounts and a shared enemy threatens both their lives, the line between their heated arguments and a different kind of heat begins to blur. In the House of Black, love was always a weakness-but in this marriage, it might be the only thing more dangerous than their hate.

Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by Lord Voldemort during the Triwizard Tournament. Now, in her Fifth-Year at Hogwarts, she is trying to navigate through her overwhelming and mind-numbing grief. Unexpectedly for Emerson, she finds herself caught in an unwanted storm of chaos that is brought by Mattheo Riddle, the Slytherin son of the man who destroyed her entire world. With his rebellious yet enigmatic, bad-boy attitude, Mattheo is everything that Emerson despises. For Mattheo however, he cannot help but be drawn to the perfect and unblemished Ravenclaw. Despite her palpable disdain for Mattheo, an unusual interest flickers. As he tries to unravel the mystery of the girl in any shape or form he can attempt, their hostile exchanges finally burn into a magnetic connection. Amid their blinding animosity towards each other, the two slowly start to discover that the line between love and hate is precariously thin, a line that they both find terrifying to cross. #1 slowburn #2 enemies to lovers #4 Mattheoriddle #2 harrypotter

He shows up in her dreams time and time again, the pretty boy with scars on his face and sparkling eyes one could never forget... but he was never supposed to be real. He was supposed to be a fragment of her imagination. Well that's what Jaya Levine thought anyway. Her disbelief in the existence of this mystery boy was brutally proven wrong, when he made an appearance at Hogwarts... and from the moment she was introduced to him, her heart shattered into a million pieces. Hatred. That's what she felt towards him, that's what she felt towards Mattheo Marvolo Riddle, son of the Dark Lord... and so she swore to herself that her detestation towards him would never change. He would always be a player. A manipulator. A cigarette addict. A major red flag. Someone she would want to stay well away from. Turns out, that's a lot harder than it looks.

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. "𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶," 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦, "𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵." 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Since the moment Willow Sterling met the one and only Mattheo Riddle, her hatred towards him has only grown. However, now that she has to marry him, will they stop their petty disputes and actually try to like each other? Or will they forever be enemies?

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 (𝘯.) 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯/𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── "Your heart is as cold as my feet are right now and we're on top of Mount Everest Mattheo. So it's bloody cold." "Tell me something I don't know." ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── rankings: #3 mattheoriddle