So far I’ve written about Hogwarts Legacy, Slytherin boys and the Marauders' era. English is not my mother tongue, so you’re bound to find some weird phrases or grammatical errors. I’m a sweet Slytherin so you can definitely reach out and tell me if I made a mistake somewhere.
Please no requests atm.
Answering messages still takes me a crazy long time, but know I’m not ignoring you.
Requests waiting:
Currently working on: nothing
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Marauders' Era
1. Wear my name, be my girl
About the Slytherin boys and Regulus
2. When friends help you get the girl
About Remus
3. Lily's Potion
About Regulus ! Slight smut !
4. “No, I did not ruin the piano”
Request about Sirius Black ! smut !
5. I dare you to steal his clothes
About James Potter ! Slight smut !
6. It was no mistake
Request about James (part two of I dare you to steal his clothes) ! smut !
7. Not into you
Request about Regulus (part two of Lily's Potion) !suggestive!
8. Dance like it's all real
Fake dating with Regulus (Hogmarch)
9. Truth be told
Fake dating with Regulus part 2 (Hogmarch)
10. Forced to marry, easy to love
Forced marriage trope with James Potter
Slytherin boys
1. Apologies and love confessions
About Theo, Blaise, Enzo, Draco and Mattheo ! Smut !
2. He had it coming, you had it coming
About Mattheo and Theo ! Smut !
3. Christmas saviours
About Blaise, Draco, Enzo, Theo and Mattheo
4. Boyfriend material (part 1) ! Smut !
About Mattheo (part 2), Blaise (part 2) , Theo (part 2) and Enzo (part 2) ! Smut !
5. The death eater drabbles I
About Mattheo, Theo, Enzo, Draco and Blaise
6. Pansy’s interrogation
About Theo and Mattheo
7. “I dare you to steal his clothes”
About Mattheo, Enzo, Blaise and Theo ! Smut !
8. It started with a book
Request about Mattheo
9. The day after the dare
About Mattheo and Theo ! Smut !
Part 2 of “I dare you to steal his clothes”
10. The death eater drabbles II
About Mattheo, Theo, Enzo, Draco and Blaise
11. Pansy’s Interrogation II
About Enzo, Blaise, Mattheo, Draco and Theo
12. Tutoring first years
Request about Theo, based on Pansy’s interrogation
13. No fights, no girls, no smokes
Request about Mattheo, based on Pansy’s interrogation
14. Toxicity (part 2)
About Theo and Mattheo (toxic!reader) ! Smut !
15. Sharing a bed (part 2)
About Enzo ! Smut !
16. Sleeping with a prefect
About Mattheo ! Smut !
17. The Death Eater Drabbles III
About Mattheo, Theo, Enzo, Draco and Blaise
18. I think it was love at first sight
Request about Mattheo, Theo, Blaise, Draco and Enzo
19. “I dare you to steal his clothes”
About Draco and Tom ! Smut !
20. A good morning
Request about Draco, Mattheo, Enzo, Theo and Blaise ! Smut !
21. The Death Eater Drabbles IV
About Mattheo, Theo, Enzo, Draco and Blaise
22. Revenge of a simp
About Mattheo and Theodore Nott
You can safely read until the smut warning
23. Another good morning
Request about Draco, Mattheo, Enzo, Theo and Blaise ! Smut !
24. Insecurities and second chances
About Mattheo
25. How would YOU feel if I banged you against the table
About Mattheo and Tom ! Smut !
26. An unintentional double date
About Draco and Theo
27. A good excuse to kiss
About Enzo and Blaise
28. If you had known, would you’ve come
About Tom II
29. Wear my name, be my girl
About Theo, Blaise, Draco, Enzo, Mattheo and Regulus
30. Summer vibes and slytherins
About Tom II, Mattheo, Blaise and Enzo
31. Quite a night
About Mattheo and Enzo ! Smut !
32. A fair chance
About Tom II Riddle
33. I don’t want you to be my girlfriend
Request about Blaise, Mattheo, Enzo, Tom, Draco and Theo
34. You're uninvited
Request about Draco
35. The better argument
Request about Enzo, Mattheo, Theo and Blaise ! Smut !
36. Pansy's Potion
About Blaise, Draco, Mattheo, Enzo and Theo ! Smut !
37. As the world caves in
Request about Mattheo
38. Pansy's Prediction
Part 2 of Pansy's Potion, about Blaise, Matt, Draco and Theo + Enzo ! Smut !
39. Whipped for their tutor
Request about Mattheo, Theo and Enzo ! Slight Smut !
40. Muffins and Fireworks
Request about Mattheo
41. I don't need space, I need you
Request about Mattheo and Theo
42. Whipped for their tutor II: A Reward
Mattheo, Theo and Enzo ! smut !
43. Two idiots in love
Request about Theo
44. A+ for Blaise Zabini
Request about Blaise ! smut !
45. With you
Request about Mattheo, Enzo and Theo
46. Outsmarted
About Tom
47. A good excuse to kiss
Requested Theo and Mattheo version
48. Listening in and panicking
Request about Matt, Tom, Theo, Enzo, Blaise and Draco
49. What we could've been
Request about Mattheo and Tom
50. No smoke, only love in the air
Request about Mattheo and Theo
51. Get him back
Mattheo Riddle imagine
52. Whipped for their tutor
Request about Blaise, Draco and Tom ! Slight smut !
53. No date for the bully
Request about Enzo and Mattheo
54. I don't need space, I need you
Requested Draco and Enzo version
55. Nightmares
Request about Blaise and Mattheo
56. Get him back
About Mattheo
57. Good girls can party too
Request about Theo and Mattheo ! Slight smut !
58. Gryffindor Fever
Request about Mattheo x Gryffindor!reader
59. Merlin, she looks beautiful
Request about Enzo and Mattheo
60. No date for the bully?
Requested part 2 for Enzo and Mattheo
61. I'm not sorry
About Mattheo and Nott!reader (Hogmarch)
62. I’m gonna make my move
A Blaise fluff (Hogmarch)
63. Slytherin meets cat
Request about Mattheo and Blaise
64. Mine, Mine, Mine
Request for a jealous Enzo
Hogwarts Legacy
1. Duelling during Hecat’s class
About Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt and Garrath Weasley
2. Convincing you to trust him
About Ominis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow
3. Nifflers steal money, Ominis steals hearts
About Ominis Gaunt
4. The headmaster’s special assignment: you
About Sebastian Sallow ! Smut !
5. The Slytherin and the Gryffindor(k)
About Garreth Weasley
6. A fine husband
About Sebastian Sallow ! Smut !
7. Duelling during Hecat’s class II
About Nathan Onai, Imelda Reyes and Poppy Sweeting
Blaise Zabini's mother is infamous for all the wrong reasons
Growing up he becomes used to the stares—judgmental, suspicious, disdainful or otherwise
But the one thing he and his mother have always had is wealth
And he uses it like a shield
Because of this, Blaise is often perceived as being pretentious, vain, and arrogant
He might be a little vain, but he prefers to call it being "self-aware"
He's attractive and he knows it. What can he say? It's in his family's genes
In reality though, while quiet, Blaise is observant, calculating, judgmental
While refined and eloquent, Blaise has always valued being an excellent listener, and he has honed the skill
He often knows everyone's business, but keeps things close to the chest until it suits him
He's known to pull strings from the shadows and reap the rewards of popularity without being the center of attention
Blaise can also be a bit of a lone wolf at times—he appreciates solitude
But he is particularly close to Theodore Nott whose personality is rather complimentary to his own
While Draco is able to match Blaise and Theo in intellect, his extroverted nature makes it clear as to why Theo is Blaise's preferred study partner
Blaise's respect is hard to come by, but he can acknowledge and appreciate when someone like Theo is discrete and level headed
Where they differ however, is where Theo will allow himself to be dragged along into whatever foolishness Mattheo, Lorenzo, and Draco have cooked up, Blaise mostly prefers to be kept out of all the chaos
He despises carrying the weight of someone else's actions
Not necessarily because he thinks he's above it, but because he's tired of the stares and whispers
However you can find him in the Slytherin common room afterwards for the debrief, because who is he kidding, it is entertaining
On the quidditch pitch, Blaise is one of Slytherin's best
Not only is he an excellent flyer, he understands the strategy behind the game, thriving in the high-intensity environment
The quidditch pitch is one of the only places where Blaise doesn't worry about how others see him
Speaking of how others see him—like many of the other boys in his house—Blaise quickly develops a reputation for being something of a womanizer
A rumor that is no doubt sparked by a combination of his mother's antics, and the reputations of those he keeps as company
But if there's one thing that the history of his mother's relationships has taught Blaise, it is the true sanctity of a relationship
Blaise doesn't do flings or one night stands
He rather looks down on them if he's honest
But once Blaise has his mind made up about a relationship, he is in fully
He wants the relationship defined fast so he knows exactly where he stands
And he worships the ground his partner walks on
Dedicated, loyal
It's easy to assume that Blaise would be the extremely jealous, and untrusting type given the example his mother set
But Blaise is comfortable and secure
Mostly because he's completely confident, with absolutely no uncertainty that there is no one better then him
A proper relationship is difficult for Blaise at first—he's used to being on the outskirts, watching from a far
It's hard to let someone in past the surface
But once he does, the feeling of having a true confidant is like having a weight physically removed from his chest
Blaise head canons finally escaping their three year sentence in my draft asylum🫡
Corgi! I see you! You’re alive! Hello hello! I missed you pooks🤍🤍🤍
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I’m alive! You caught me… I was checking if the fandom was still alive when I saw you appear on my dash 🥰 hugs and kisses darling, I missed you too! I hope you’re well 💛
I read that you are working on something 👀 I’m curious! Will you be posting soon?
I don’t really know if you still accept a request but I really love how you write the Slytherin boys so much
I want to request something about the Slytherin boys accidentally found readers secret that she’s an animagus cat (like mcgonagall) and they actually have a secret crush on reader already so they took this opportunity…..pls pls pls pls
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Hello, thank you for requesting and thank you for your patience. I know that this request has been in my inbox for some time now (half a year?). I really hope you like it. I found it very fun to write. So big thanks 💛 I only wrote for Blaise and Mattheo because I found that it really fit them. Happy readings! Also… I’m aware that the title is not peak writing but it’s a title.
--- The Writing ---
Slytherin meets cat
You had one rule as an animagus. Only change in your dorm with all doors closed. It was the only way to keep it a secret. Transforming in any other situation was dangerous. You had recently become an animagus and not at all ready to tell your friends, leave alone the rest of Hogwarts. But at this moment your one rule seemed impossible. You had hurt your paw earlier when jumping staircases like you actually had nine lives. You had tried to make it as far as possible on three legs, but you weren’t experienced enough to manage it. You were hurting and needed a break. Walking on two legs would save your right paw, also your right hand, from having to pressure it any further. You hurry to the best of your ability to a half open door, leading to what you believe is an empty classroom.
You manage to jump on one of the desks and scan the room. Empty.
Mattheo
Mattheo tilts his head from the wall he’s leaning against, cigarette loosely between his fingers. His eyes linger on the cat, gracefully sitting on the desk. The school day and detention had been long and this quiet moment with the cat as a silent companion brought a surprising feeling of peace to his mind and heart, but not for long…
You turn back to your human form, a soft hiss leaving your lips as you can finally support your right wrist. You squeeze it gently and caress it hoping to ease the pain a bit. You were only wearing an oversized t-shirt so you had to regain your strength so you could turn back to your animagus form to finish your journey to your dorm. You were too focused on your pain and the fact that you had to turn back as soon as possible to notice Mattheo gawking. It’s only when he shifts slightly to get rid of his cigarette that you notice something in the corner of your eye.
You jump up and Mattheo immediately raises his hands to reassure you. “It’s me. Relax. You’re okay.” You're holding your wrist tightly and he can see the absolute fear in your eyes. “You didn’t see anything.” You ask but it sounds more like a statement instead of a question and he just nods. “Nothing.” He calms you, but you know he was there the whole time. “I didn’t see you. The classroom was empty. How did I not see you?” Mattheo takes a few steps closer. “Don’t worry about that. You’re hurt.” Mattheo’s eyes move to your hand tightly wrapped around your pained wrist.
You look at your wrist, like you had forgotten all about it for a second. “You’re Mattheo Riddle.” You whisper when realisation hits you about who you’re talking to. He’s hurt by how much more frightened you look right now. He had a mad crush on you but had always kept his distance. You hung out with different people and he honestly didn’t know if you were afraid of him because of his last name or his general bad boy reputation.
“Let me take you to the medical wing. They can take care of you there.” Mattheo offered and you just looked at him with confused eyes. He was infamous for causing trouble and not caring about a soul, but here he was gentle and helpful. “No, I’m fine.” You answer without even considering his offer for help. He looks a bit hurt, but you just clench your jaw and turn around. “I need to return to my animagus form to get to my dorm.” Mattheo frowns. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean I don’t think you should put weight on your wrist- leg- paw- you know what I mean.” You can’t help but chuckle.
“I can’t exactly walk out like this.” You say sheepishly, turning a little red as you refer to your lack of clothing. Mattheo scans you carefully, making you a little uncomfortable. “I’ll be fine.” You manage to say with slight confidence. “No.” Mattheo immediately protests. “I have a better idea.”
“I’ll carry you.”
Your little cat heart was racing and you wondered if Mattheo could feel it as he was holding your cat form carefully in his arms. “Almost there.” He whispered with a tender voice and you actually allowed yourself to enjoy his warmth as you rested your head against his upper arm. Walking around hurting had worn you out, so it was nice to have someone carry you figuratively and literally.
Mattheo ignored the weird looks he got from people who had never guessed him for a cat person. When he arrived at the hospital wing he put you on one of the beds. Madame Pomfrey was about to lose it when she thought Mattheo had brought in a cat, but before she could yell at the slytherin she saw you turn into your human form. “Miss (y/l/n)?”
You were surprised by how sad you were when Pomfrey sent Mattheo away. So with your wrist healed up you decided the first thing to do was search for him. At the very least you should properly thank him for taking care of you. With all fours functioning again, you could quickly move around the castle and you had a pretty good idea where the slytherin might be held up.
As you arrived at the astronomy tower you were pleased to see that Blaise was saying his goodbyes to Mattheo. “I mean it, Matt, not too late. If you fall asleep in class and lose us house points again Draco will hurt you and I won’t stop him.” Mattheo chuckled and leaned back a bit, turning his head to yell at Blaise as he was walking down the stairs. “Alright, mum!”
With Mattheo all alone you quietly tip toe to him and sit next to him. It takes him a second to notice that a cat had snuck up on him. He couldn’t hide his smile, but said nothing as you both stared at the night sky for a moment. “Glad your wrist- paw- Glad you’re better.” Mattheo breaks the silence.
You turn to your human form and kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you.” You bite your lip as you notice how in awe Mattheo is of you. “Your secret is safe with me.” He whispers and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “You are safe with me.” You press your lips into a line and nod. “I know.” You simply answer but it means the world to Mattheo.
The next morning Mattheo would fall asleep in class, because he spent the entire evening with you.
Blaise
His mouth fell open in admiration as he saw you turn in your human form. He had been looking for a book he had lost somewhere during the day, but none of that mattered right now. Blaise couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing. His rival from first year, his crush since third year, his gorgeous friend, you had just turned from a cat into a human in front of his eyes. The awe for the little magical trick you had just pulled didn’t stand in the way of Blaise noticing that you were only wearing an oversized t-shirt, much to his amusement. You reach for your wrist carefully caressing it when you hear a shuffle and jump to your feet. “I knew you were a genius but an animagus, really! That’s so sweet.”
“Blaise?” Your eyes fill with panic and you take a step back. It’s only then that Blaise’s excitement turns into worry. Out of all the people that could’ve found out it’s Blaise Zabini! “You’re hurt?” You bite your lip, not worried at all about your wrist, only about rumours spreading about you being an animagus. “Please don’t tell anyone.” Your plea is answered with a soft reassuring smile. “I won’t tell, I promise.” You had never understood why this one slytherin in all of Hogwarts had always been so sweet and nice to you. You liked to tell yourself it was because he felt guilty for blowing up your cauldron when you were first years, but now that his hand gently reached for your wrist you wondered if it could be something else… or maybe you wished it was something else.
You pull your hand to your chest and Blaise tilts his head with judging eyes. “Don’t be like that. Let me check.” As soon as you part your wrist from your chest, Blaise lays your hand in his. His free hand carefully pressures on a few points in order to examine your injury. “I was in a hurry and overconfident in my balance. I haven’t mastered every detail of life as a cat yet and probably sprained my wrist.” Blaise lips form a smirk, but he doesn’t say anything and you just frown, narrowing your eyes. “You’re lucky you have nine lives. And lucky that you ran into me when you did, because I can heal this with one spell.” His eyes shine with cockiness and his lips form a confident smirk.
“Are you sure?” You worry out loud. “Don’t doubt my academic skills, kitten.” Your mouth drops. “Kitten?” You question, offended. However, you can’t hide the blush nor the smile sneaking on your lips. Blaise chuckles and you can’t deny the heat you feel as you lock eyes with him. You’re surprised to suddenly feel his arm around you and when he notices your confusion, he explains himself. “It’s a quick spell, but it will hurt for a split second. I think it best you lean on me for support, just to be safe.” Like the whole situation wasn’t embarrassing enough. You felt like such a damsel in distress, while you very much liked to prove to Blaise in particular that you were a very intelligent and independent witch.
“Come on, I won’t tell anyone.” Blaise whispers and you nod. There really was no reason to not trust him since he had always been nice to you, or at least since third year. You rest your head on his shoulder and look away from your wrist, just in case he would mess up the spell and break it by accident. You hiss when he casts the spell and dig your nails into his biceps for a few seconds until the pain passes. You turn to look at him, both happy with the result and impressed by his knowledge of healing spells. “All better now.” Blaise’s beautiful smile mesmerises you for a moment and a blush creeps up his cheeks.
“Oi Blaisy boy!” Mattheo swings the door open and immediately makes his assumptions about the scene in front of him. A wicked smile takes form on his smug face. “You finally got her. Nicceeee. I’m so sorry for interrupting, mate. Enjoy ‘looking for your book’.” Without giving either of you a chance to explain a grinning Mattheo leaves the room, not wanting to disturb his friend’s moment with you. “Oh no, Merlin please don’t tell me he’s gonna tell the whole school?” Blaise chuckles and shakes his head. “I’ll talk to him, tell him he got it all wrong.” You nod, but you aren’t really convinced that that’s gonna keep Mattheo from spreading a rumour.
Then it hits you. “What did he mean with: ‘you finally got her’?” Blaise’s eyes widen and he stumbles a few steps back. “Nothing. It means nothing.” You raise an eyebrow at his bizarre response. “I better go look for my book… and you better go do cat things. See you later!” You frown as he walks past you. “Cat things?” Blaise curses himself for being so awkward and turns around one hand already holding the door. “You know, hiss at people and stuff.” You chuckle and slowly like a cat make your way over to him. “For such a smart guy, you can be really awkward sometimes… But thank you for helping me.” You go to stand on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek, turning him into putty.
With the whole school convinced that you two were dating, thanks to Mattheo, it didn’t take long before you found out about Blaise’s crush on you.
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A three step plan to get Enzo Jealous because he deserves a taste of his own medicine.
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omgomg how about playboy enzo who's in a relationship with yn And like he enjoys flirting with others to get a jealous reaction out of her– basically drifting to other girls even tho she's beside him and he knows shed never leave him. And so one dya yns friends are like "set him straight by giving a taste of his own medicine" and then tells her to flirt with his bsf like mutliple times. so he's lowk acting like a lost pup, pouting and tantrums throwing child typa way.
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Thanks for your lovely request. Sending you happy vibes! Am I embarrassed about answering this an eternity later? Yes, but better late than never right, right...? I’m not really sure about this work, but I hope you like it. Happy readings!
--- The Writing ---
Mine, Mine, mine!
It was so obvious that it was all about you and yet it bothered you tremendously. He constantly kept looking over the shoulder of the girl he was talking to, meeting your eyes and smiling mischievously. He wanted your attention.
You forced yourself to look away, angry with yourself that you had again fallen into your boyfriend’s trap. Your friend noticed your frustration. She knew you could barely focus on the books in front of you, because your eyes kept wondering about your idiot of a player boyfriend. She gives Enzo a nasty glare and leans closer to you. “You have to do something about this. Teach him a lesson. Remind him who’s in charge.”
You chewed your bottom lip for a second pondering the idea. “Say I would want to get back at him, how would I do that? I’m dating a slytherin, he’s a mastermind when it comes down to playing little games like this. I’m not.” Your friend sighs and frowns for a moment as she thinks of a plan. Suddenly you notice a devilish smirk making its way upon your friend’s lips. “Oh, I know what we’re gonna do and it’s gonna be sooooo easy. Your boy ain’t ready for this.”
Step 1: a little too close to Theodore Nott
You sighed, you didn’t like it but your friend was right it was an easy three step plan. It started with Theo, he wasn’t one to flirt with every girl, but you were always fun to tease. Normally when he tried to get your attention you immediately turned to your boyfriend, ignoring Theo and earning an eye roll from him in return. Enzo always loved it, you didn’t give a single man attention. It was like he was the only one on the planet for you.
Today, however, it was game time. Theo’s lucky day. You were waiting for your boyfriend to finish glass and enter the slytherin common room. You had settled in a corner of one of the sofa’s and were deeply engaged with your newest novel when Theo came strutting in. You could hear Mattheo was following suit. The guys were discussing the upcoming quidditch game like lives depended on it.
Theo lets himself fall next to, not saying anything, but taking in your presence with intense eyes. When Draco enters he demands all of Mattheo’s attention, apparently Draco had a new quidditch strategy. This allows Theo to finally turn his attention to you fully. “Whatcha reading?” He sings leaning over to you, no shame in the closeness between you two. His interest immediately peaks when he doesn’t hear your usual scoff of rejection. You moisturize your lips with the tip of your tongue before turning to face Theo. “I don’t think it’s your kinda book.” Your eyes lock with his and he moves his arm to rest on the back of the sofa behind you. The intimate scene is timed perfectly, because just when Theo reaches for your book out of curiosity and you hide it a little Enzo walks in.
“It’s a girly book.” You giggle but Theo just leans close to you, now only a few inches away from your lips he gets a hold of the book, but you won’t let go. “Maybe that’s the kinda book I like to read.” Theo whispers.
“There’s no pictures in it so I don’t think so.” Enzo interrupts standing right in front of you and Theo. Your boyfriend’s eyes were focussed on Theo like he was the one who had stolen his candy. Theo smirks at Enzo and is about to say something smug by the look of his face, but Enzo doesn’t allow it. “You’re in my spot. Move.” Theo raises his hands in defence and scoots over. Enzo sits down, wraps an arm around you and spends the rest of the evening glaring at the thief in question. Mine!
Step 2: the boop on the nose with Draco Malfoy
It was the morning before the quidditch game against Hufflepuffs. Enzo was excited. Mattheo and Blaise were loud. Theo was missing and Draco, well… Draco was a nervous mess. The usual. Only today you had decided to support Draco as part of your three step plan of course. Enzo didn’t need a confidence boost, he was taunting some Hufflepuffs about how they were gonna cry after the game. So during breakfast you take a seat next to Draco.
“Draco, I saw you during training yesterday. You are so ready for this game.” He gives you a weak half smile for your encouragement and reaches for his orange juice but spills it all over his plate. “This did not just happen!” He curses as you watch him soak several napkins. “This is a sign, Harry and his friends are gonna pull some stunt and I will end up in the hospital wing again.” You frown. “But today’s game is against Hufflepuff.” Draco groans. “Yeah and still it’s gonna be Potter that gets me killed.” You see him tense up even more as he continues to fail to clean up the mess in front of him.
“Hey. Hey.” You grab Draco’s shoulders and turn him to face you. “Breathe. You stress every time and every time you are the best player in the air.” Enzo is now fully tuned in on your conversation with Draco. You give the slytherin in front of you a sweet smile. “I’ll be supporting you every minute of the game.” Draco sighs, letting some of the stress in his body go. “Still my head keeps spinning and I can’t stop it.”
You give the guy a mischievous smile. “I got just the thing for that.” You scoop up a tiny cloud of cream from one pastries presented on the table and boop Draco’s nose. Enzo’s eyes widen and his heart starts screaming of jealousy as he sees you lean it for the softest kiss. With one featherlight kiss you kiss away the cream on Draco’s nose. “Is your head still spinning?” Your voice is laced with innocence. Draco nods, his brain now fried, unable to think at all.
“What was that?” Enzo appears in front of you, his face fuming red, but you’re not in the least impressed. “I’m helping your friend relax. You should be thanking me, I’m helping the slytherin team win.” Enzo huffs and crosses his arms. “I- I don’t like it.” The whole table, including you, is a bit shocked by Enzo’s lame protest. He was suffering. He was freaking out. She’s mine. Mine!
With a pouty face and crossed arms Enzo sits down next to you. “I want you to eat cream off of me. I want sweet kisses.” You giggle at his mumble, like a kid who can’t admit he wants something. You ruffle a playful hand through his hair. “Oh does my big shot boyfriend need me?” You tease and Enzo nods. “Yes. You need to support me every minute of the game. Or I’ll fall off my broom.” You chuckle and shake your head, before turning to your plate.
Step 3: Mattheo Riddle fangirl all the way
After the quidditch game all you wanted to do was rush to Enzo’s side, but your friend had other plans. “Oh no. Not happening. Remember when you were all stressed about your test and he was busy getting you all jealous and insecure? Pay back time.” You had honestly forgotten about it, but now that you remembered you were still pretty pissed about it. Your friend dragged you to the field, not to congratulate your boyfriend, but Mattheo Riddle on his epic game. Mattheo had played an impressive quidditch game against Hufflepuff. He had his suspicions about what game you were playing with Enzo but he didn’t care why you were suddenly by his side instead of Enzo’s, he was just enjoying the attention he was getting.
Enzo was celebrating the slytherin victory with Blaise, doing dorky dances on the field in front of the Hufflepuffs who were too nice to do anything about it. However when he spotted you talking to Mattheo near the barracks he stopped moving, leaving Blaise to awkwardly dance on his own. Even though the crowd was still loud he could hear your laugh, but unlike normally it didn’t warm his heart, it stung.
You laugh at Mattheo’s stupid joke and place a hand on his strong biceps. Damn, he loved whatever game you were playing. Mattheo snakes an arm around you and pulls you close. His soft lips brush your ear. “Trying to get back at your boyfriend for being an idiot?” You bite your bottom lip and look up to Mattheo through your lashes. “Maybe. Is it working?” The youngest Riddle pulls you against his chest. “Maybe… but if it doesn’t you can always-” Mattheo is thrown onto the grass and you turn around to see your boyfriend with an unamused experience. “Mine.”
You roll your eyes and walk away, but Enzo follows suit and pushes you under the stands. “Stop playing games, (y/n).” Enzo says sternly and his double standards really annoy you now.
“Why does it bother you? You play games with me all the time.” You cross your arms.
“Why? Why does it bother me? Because you’re mine! Not Theo’s, not Draco’s, definitely not Mattheo’s. Mine!” You stare at him with wide eyes. You had never seen this side of him. It was like he was about to lose all of his sanity. Enzo falls silent after realising how harsh his tone was. “See what you’ve done to me. You can’t play games with me. You know I would never leave you. I would be a fool to even think of another girl, but you… no one would call you insane or stupid if you decided to find someone else tomorrow so you don’t get to play games.” You frown. “What happened to the overconfident Lorenzo Berkshire I know.” Enzo shrugs like a kid being asked why he painted on the wall. You tilt your head urging him to answer your question. “There’s no confident Enzo if your eyes aren’t on me. As soon as something else catches your attention I’m a lost boy, okay?”
He pulls you into a bear hug that lasts an eternity before he parts and meets your eyes with an unexpected seriousness. “I’m done playing games to get your attention. Next time I’m just gonna wrap you in my arms whenever I feel like it.” You smile proudly. “Seems like a healthier way of communicating.” Enzo bites his lip, enjoying your smile and sparkly eyes. Mine
Forced marriage trope where you're both oblivious to each other's feelings. (+/- 4770 words)
In this story you’re either a Slytherin or friends with the Slytherin skittles, because I love some silly Slytherin banter. 💛 Happy readings!
0. Intro
The Potters were liberal wizards so it surprised you more than anything in the world when they silenced their protesting son. “You will marry her.” Your now fiancé’s gaze moved from his father to you. The absolute horror in James’ beautiful and normally cheerful eyes was sure to haunt you for eternity. “Over my dead body!” He shouted with a never heard before harshness. He aggressively slammed the napkin he had been holding onto the table and left the dining room.
“That can be arranged.” Your father mumbled with a gruff tone of annoyance. He had every right to be offended, his daughter was just rejected by a Potter. If it wasn’t for the Potter wealth, James would’ve never been considered as a possible suitor for you. Your mother padded your father’s hand. “He’s just shy, dear.” You raised your eyebrows. James Potter, shy? Yeah, right. James Potter was a lot of things… Shy was not one of them. You forced an awkward smile and gently nodded to the Potters, who were obviously embarrassed about the scene. “I’m sure he’ll come around.” His mother offered with a shaky voice.
You knew James had a flair for the dramatics and he was probably not prepared for a situation like this like you were. You knew from a young age that this would happen. Slytherins and most rich purebloods rarely got to choose who they married. You had just never expected it to be James Potter. You had nothing against him. He was good looking and he was known to be a kind guy. A bit of an idiot, but no brute that would hurt you. However, you were definitely worried about the start of the new academic year.
POV James arguing in your defence. “No one should be forced to marry. She doesn’t love. She deserves to be with someone she loves.”
I. Plan A and B
You frowned as you wondered if they really believed they were being subtle when you could obviously hear the muffled whispers. Your best friend chuckled as she leaned against the bookcase you were scanning in search of a book you needed for an essay. “Your fiance is a moron.” You sigh and turn to look at James, Sirius, Peter and Remus huddled together whispering and looking at you. When they notice you’re looking at them they all look away at the same time. “Hopeless.” You roll your eyes and turn your back to them to face your friend. “Oh, he’s coming over.” Your friend says and is quick to abandon you.
“Hi.” James says with a goofy awkward smile. “Hi, fiancé.” You joke and he chuckles, looking at the floor. James had felt like a piece of shit after leaving the dinner party the way he did. He knew he had handled it wrong, but apologizing and making it right seemed like an impossible task.
He had prepared a speech with his friends to explain his awful behaviour and apologise, but now that he stood in front of you he just went blank. After a second of you giving him a questioning look he just blurted out: “So what’s the plan?”
You press your lips together and raise your brows. “Well. Plan A is to find a better match and convince my parents to discard the deal standing with your family.” James nods slowly, seemingly deep in thought. “Reasonable.” He eventually says raising his shoulders in approval. “Plan B is I murder you right after the wedding so there’s no wedding night but I still get to be a widow.” James’ jaw falls for a second, but he’s quick to gather himself. He chuckles, a bit uncomfortable. “Also reasonable.” You give him a forced and overly bright smile, before pushing past him.
With you gone his friends approach a shocked James. “So how did it go?” Remus asks, curiosity lingering in all three of their eyes. “Well, I think she might be planning… like… my murder.” Sirius inhales deeply, giving the impression that he’s about to make a serious deduction. “Sounds like real marriage to me.” Remus and Peter roll their eyes and James scoffs and runs a hand over his face, before nervously ruffling up his hair.
From a distance you bite your lip watching your handsome fiancé stress about what you had just told him. Considering his prejudices about the slytherin pureblood families he probably really thought you were capable of killing him. Truth was you were well aware that he was a catch, but you also made no illusions he would run off and disappear before marrying you.
***
“What?!” Lily yells at James. “You said what?!” She repeats her questions and slaps him with the evening paper she was holding. Marlene can’t contain her laughter any longer as Lily groans. Sirius sticks up for his friend who just lets himself fall onto the common room sofa. “In his defence, it is a weird situation.” Marlene’s eyebrows knit together and Sirius knows that a sassy comment is incoming. “Only because he made it weird.”
“Why can’t men communicate?” Marlene turns to Lily who just raises her shoulders in response. “Hey, hey. Men are right here.” Remus says, but he takes a step back when both women glare in his direction.
“James.” Lily starts again, but this time James isn’t taking it anymore. “No! It’s not just weird. It is wrong. Forced marriage is a horrible thing. She should not be forced to marry anyone.” There’s a pause and James sighs, before continuing. “It’s horrible that I’ve always been against this sort of thing and that I should be by her side helping her fight for her freedom, but instead I wanna go: ‘hi, forcing people to marry is horrible but you’re gorgeous and intelligent… and way out of my league ssoo maybe give my sorry ass a chance and marry me. It’s not weird, it’s wrong, it’s hypocrisy! And I’m against hypocrisy.”
Marlene nods in agreement. “So dump her, do the right thing.” James panics and shakes his head aggressively. “No! No, Marlene! No! She could be the one.” Lily presses her lips together to keep herself from laughing at James’ dramatics. “Besides, dumping isn’t really an option. A deal has been made.” Sirius explains. “She’s planning on finding someone better to marry.” James reveals your earlier discussed plans. “I thought she was planning on murdering you?” Peter questions dryly. “Yeah that was plan B. Plan A is to replace me and not kill me. Which proves that she has a kind heart.”
“Not making ‘killing you’ plan A does make her perfect wife material.” Lily jokes to the amusement of everyone but James.
II. Hope for love
Remus, Lily and Marlene were watching James nervously tap his pen against the table as he watched you sit with your friends. Marlene groans. “James.” No reactions. “James!” Her target looked up, the utter confusion made everyone have mercy on the guy. “Go talk to her.” She says pointing at you. “Yeah, I should talk to her.” James sighs, but doesn’t move and just continues to tap his pen. “Look, her friends are leaving. This is your moment.” Lily points out, encouraging her friend. James nods, but still doesn’t move. Making his friends roll their eyes. Then suddenly James jumps up, closing his book, and making his way over to you. “Oh boy.” Remus watches nervously.
You're surprised when James approaches you from the other side of the library. “Can I sit?” He asks politely and you nod. “Of course.” He finds the sweetness in your voice endearing. There’s a silence as James takes a deep breath and you watch him curiously. “Sooo, Sirius Black.” Your eyebrows knit together. “Pureblood. Nice guy. Good looking. Kinda single.” You frown at the last bit, wondering what that last one is supposed to mean, but you decide not to ask since it doesn’t matter. “Not really my type.” James nods, relieved with your answer. He would hate to have you date his best friends, but he needed to come up with something to make it look like he was on your side.
James scans the room looking for another guy that you probably wouldn’t like, thus making himself look like the better option to you. You on the other hand aren’t interested in James’ suggestions for a possible future husband. You wished he would just like you. “Look James, don’t worry about it. You won’t have to marry me if you don’t want to. We’ll find a way out of this.” You place your hand on his upper arm to reassure him that it will all be alright, but the warmth makes you both fall silent.
He looks at your hand on his arm and his eyes meet you in a deep and intense way, making you wonder what it must be like to kiss this man or be with him. His arm is muscular and you can’t help but bite your lip, telling yourself to not get any ideas. He had no intention of marrying you. James feels his heart squeeze when you look away. His eyes rest on your blushed cheeks. Why are you so perfect? Why are you so close and yet so unreachable?
POV James watching you, mesmerised by you.
From afar Remus, who had been watching, gives Lily a shove with his elbow. “Are you seeing this?” He whispers never taking his eyes of you and James. It was so crystal clear that he couldn’t believe it. “Oh my god.” Lily mumbles, followed by Marlene turning around to see what her friends were looking at.
***
“She likes you.” Remus explains excitedly as they rush to their next class. He’s happy for his friend, but James just shakes his head. “What are you talking about?” Lily wastes no time chiming in. “We saw it with our own eyes. The two of you were sitting so close and you were both looking at each other in this way… you know the way people who like each other look at each other.” Marlene nods. “Like Remus and Sirius.” Remus turns around to face Marlene and Lily, shaking his head. “Shut up.” James doesn’t join in with Lily and Marlene’s giggling, his head occupied with you all the time. Then James also turns around to face his friends, walking backwards so as not to be late for class. “Look, I get that you guys want to be supportive, but don’t give me hope where there is none.” With those words he enters the classroom and sits next to Peter, knowing that he’s the least likely one to taunt him or ask further questions.
Lily sighs, disappointed with James’ reluctance to see the obvious. Marlene forces her lips into an awkward line as she follows James’s figure. “Can’t believe I’m friends with stupid.” Remus shakes his head. “None of us had noticed until today. Give it time, everything will fall into place.” At those words Marlene's lips turn devilishly sharp. “Or maybe…” Lily’s eyes sparkle with excitement. Remus’ heart starts racing as his anxiety peaks. “I’ve been looking all around the castle for you guys.” Sirius’s chest heaves, arriving just as class is about to start, making Remus frown. “Hah, just the man I need.” Marlene sings and Sirius smiles like a happy puppy having no idea what’s going on, but always happy to be a part of it.
III. An almost-victory-party
You were hurrying towards the grand hall to meet up with your friends for dinner, taking big steps as you wondered what the house elves had prepared today. You smiled as you watched your friends bickering about something while they were waiting for you near the entrance of the great hall. You waved at them, but just that instant Sirius jumped in front of you seemingly out of nowhere. He startled you and you took a step back. He smiled wickedly and winked. “No need to be scared, it’s only me. I don’t bite.” You roll your eyes and offer him a lopsided smile. “So, what has you jumping around today?”
“I’m here to kindly invite you to our victory party, tomorrow night. 10pm, be there.” You grin and cross your arms. “Don’t victory parties require a victory to celebrate?” Sirius looks pleased with your question. “It’s a Gryffindor victory party, so the victory is always guaranteed… and so is the party.” He walks away backwards, his happy smug smile shining bright as he points to you. “Be there, your future husband’s expecting you.” Your smile falls at those words, but he doesn’t notice as he turns around strutting away in the direction of the great hall. Of course he had told Sirius, you had guessed as much. You expected all of his friends to know, but you didn’t think they would speak of it. You had hoped for a silent agreement to not speak of it once at Hogwarts and here Sirius had said it out loud. You silently prayed that no one had overheard Sirius and you talking.
However, your heart started raising a little as you wondered what James had said and whether it was James’ idea to invite you, since according to Sirius James was expecting you. Maybe James would make an effort to try and make this whole marriage thing work. Maybe you could make him fall in love with you and have this beautiful love story. You sighed. Merlin, I’m silly. You raised your head and saw your friends wave at you and so you hurried to their side.
“What did Sirius want?” Barty asked as he scrunched his nose. “Apparantly the Gryffindors are planning a victory party after tomorrow’s game.” His jaw dropped. “How humble of them.” Evan rolled his eyes, not waisting words on the Gryffindors today, and you giggled as you entered the great hall with them.
Sirius, who had already taken his place next to James, leans towards him. “See, she looks happy to be invited.” James looks up to you through his lashes afraid to get caught staring. That smile. Don’t ever stop smiling, darling. You are so beautiful. Lily couldn’t hide her smile as she exchanged looks with Sirius over James’ staring. James noticed Sirius shift to stifle a laugh and pulled his eyes away from you and back to the soup in front of him. “None of this is funny. No laughing.” Remus frowned. “You’re starting to sound like McGonagoll.” Peter chuckled and mimicked her voice. “Laughing? No laughing. You should all be studying.” The table burst out into laughter as Peter nervously looked away from McGonagoll, staring him down with a raised eyebrow.
POV Your fiancé not so subtly staring at you.
Between all the laughter James couldn’t resist looking up to you sitting a little further. You had your eyes on the rowdy group of Gryffindors, narrowing your eyes as you tried to figure out what was going on there. When your eyes landed on James looking at you, your heart skipped a beat. You offered him a smile and gave him enough confidence to wink at you. His focus returned to his friends. He was grateful for their help, maybe they were right and he really had a chance with you. And no matter how small of a chance he wouldn’t be James Potter if he didn’t at least try to win your heart.
***
“I beg of you, taaaakee meeee withhh yooouuuu.” Barty pleaded for the tenth time. Regulus entered your dorm and frowned, immediately annoyed with Barty’s whining. “What’s he on about?” The youngest Black brother asks as he hands you the book he had borrowed from you. “She’s taking me to the Gryffindor victory party.” Barty’s smug eyes shone bright with amusement. “But they lost?” Regulus points out looking confused. “Exactly.” Barty’s smile was filled with toothy childish happiness. You take the book and thank Regulus. Regulus flicks his tongue as your eye roll confirms that Barty was speaking the truth. “Your humble fiancé’s idea probably.” Your back is turned to both men as you put your book away, so you have a moment to cover up your displeasure with their mockery. Most of your friends called James Potter arrogant but you always thought of him as… confident.
“I just wanna go over there and rub it in their faces. I mean who loses to Hufflepuffs.” Barty was thrilled with excitement at the idea of going to this party. “They almost won. And the Hufflepuffs are great this year. They’ll probably win the cup.” Barty snorted like you had just told him unicorns don’t exist. “So it’s an almost-victory-party. Those are fun as well, I hear.” Regulus looks up through his lashes, cheeky smile barely suppressed. You force your lips into a line and narrow your eyes. “Both of you out.” Regulus raises his hands in surrender as he backs away to the door. “I am still coming with, right? Right?” Barty started again. “Out.” You say flicking your wand to give him a little shove through the door opening.
Your head fell as you worried about whether it was such a good idea to go to the party. James had looked so upset after he lost the game. He had looked up at you when he pushed Sirius, who was trying to console him, away. Your eyes had trailed him as he marched to the barracks.
You sighed and turned to the mirror. Not showing your face was not an option. With one spell your outfit changed to a casual party blouse and skirt. You twirled around. And then changed your outfit another four times.
***
“A victory party?” Remus grumbled. “Why couldn't you have just organised a party? Why did it have to be a victory party?” Sirius looked Remus up and down, judging him for his stupid question. “Because… because I was feeling good about the game. Besides, we can still turn this into a victory party.” Sirius turns around to be confronted with a bunch of sulky housemates leaning against the walls, discussing Marlene’s gooey cocktails.
Sirius sighed, but turned confident quickly, placing his hands on his sides. “Where’s James? We’ll turn this party up.” Remus and Peter exchanged looks before Peter pointed to James sitting curled up in a lonely armchair staring out the window. Sirius’ eyes widened in horror before he scrunched his nose in disgust of the image he was seeing. “Lily!” Sirius cried out like a kid needing his mother. Lily threw her head back, but arrived by her friends’ side anyway. “We need a victory.” Lily nodded but the sass on her face was clear as day. “Yes, any victories laying around the castle?” Sirius narrowed his eyes at Lily’s attitude. “Alright Padfoot, I might have an idea. Lils just… try to do something about…” Remus pointed at a sulky James stirring his drink like he was trying to get the drink dizzy. “that.”
Remus pushed Sirius and Peter to the door. “What’s the plan?” Sirius asked curious as to how Remus was going to fix this mess of an evening. “Well. We have a party, but no victory. And as far as I know the Hufflepuffs have a victory but no party. Sooo…” Peter looked confused. “So we’re gonna throw the Hufflepuffs a party for their victory against us?” Remus continued to push his friends in the direction of the door. “Yeah, well, I prefer throwing the Hufflepuffs a party than mourning our team at this funeral. Now hurry before the guest of honor gets here.”
***
When you arrived James hadn’t pulled himself together and Sirius, Peter and Remus hadn’t returned, so you were welcomed by a very nervous Lily. “Hi! Howdy! Hi!” You nodded and smiled, greeting her kindly in the hopes of calming her nerves. You honestly pitied them, especially when your eyes found James. Lily was looking around to make conversation, but you interrupted her with a polite smile. “I’m gonna check in on James. He looked really upset earlier.” Lily bit her lip and gave you an awkward thumbs up. “Good luck.”
POV: “Oh? … Hi.”
You took a seat opposite of where James was sitting and James’ eyes went wide, like he had just woken up from an ages long slumber. “Oh? … Hi.” You chuckled at his surprise. “Crappy game huh?” Caught off guard by your laugh and your directness James opened his mouth and closed it just quickly. “Yeah, you could say that.” He gave you a tinlipped smile and looked around. “Can I offer you a drink? I’ll make it. Marlene couldn’t mix a drink properly if her life depended on it.” James was as enchanted by your beautiful smile as he was horrified by the flopped party. He had been too self-absorbed to notice and stopped in his tracks now that he saw only a few people having fun. “I’m guessing the party still needs to arrive to the party.” James joked nervously as he felt embarrassed.
“Don’t worry about it, James. Almost-victory-parties always start a little slow.” The way you said his name rang in James’ ears. He looked so dreamy that you had to call him out for it. “What?” You questioned with a chuckle. “Just thinking of how lucky your future husband will be.” Your smile faded and your eyes flung up to meet his adoring ones. He took a step closer and the intensity of the moment made your heart pound. “Optimistic, gorgeous, intelligent and so, so kind to everything and everyone around her.” Your tongue lightly licked your lips as you took his words to heart. You felt your hand tremble a bit but decided not to cower. “James-”
“Party!” A happy Hufflepuff yelled as he entered the Gryffindor Common room, followed by Sirius, Remus and Peter and a whole lot of overexcited Hufflepuffs.
IV. The freedom to love
After that one evening where you had almost told James about your feelings for him, you hadn’t found another moment to talk to him. Despite the fact that you both spent more time together and your feelings growing even stronger, talking to him about what really mattered seemed more difficult than ever.
James could feel his heart break as you laughed at one of his silly jokes. It was cruel how it seemed like you were growing closer and yet you were even further out of reach then before. Time to grow up, James. Time to do the right thing and set her free instead of hoping for an impossible love story. Without telling his friends, who were planning another move to get you both together, James wrote a letter to your father to set a meeting. The walk to the owlery weighed heavy on his heart.
Once he arrived at the owlery he noticed Regulus flipping through some letters. Without giving James so much as a look, Regulus greeted James. “Potter.” James nodded curtly, not in the mood to entertain any slytherin games. James greeted his owl and expressed his concern about the weather to his beloved owl, making Regulus roll his eyes.
“Mailing the parents in law, are we?” James felt caught and turned around startled to see Regulus leaning against one of the walls. “How do you know?” Regulus raised his eyebrows and tilted his head in annoyance. “I can read.” James turned to his owl holding the letter with the address clearly written on the envelope. “Your big head really is empty.” Regulus chuckled to himself and James turned away, ignoring the younger Black, who was already making his way to the door. “I really don’t know how she does it, put up with you. (y/n) must be a saint or-” Regulus cut himself off and fell silent. “Or what?” James’ curiosity was coated in hope. Regulus turned around nonchalantly, observing James carefully. Love. But what do I know about that? Regulus cast his eyes down, he wasn’t going to say that four letter word in the presence of a man so clearly struggling. “Ask her. I don’t know everything.” Regulus spat, acting cold and uncaring again.
James turned to stare at his owl holding the letter addressed to your parents. Ask her. Ask her what? If she loves me. If she could ever be happy being married to me? James closed his eyes and sighed, deciding against it and bringing his owl to a nearby opening so it could fly.
It doesn’t matter. You should be free… to love me… or not.
***
“(y/n)! (y/n)!” Lily came running down to the great hall and you looked up instantly worried about what had her so panicked. “It’s James.” Was all Lily needed to say to get you up from your chair. “What? Is he alright?” Lily took a breath. “He’s talking to your father and I think he’s being stupid.” Barty snorted. “Of course he’s being stupid. It’s James bloody Potter.” Your dead glare frightened Barty to the core. Never had he seen this side of you. “They’re at the wooden bridge. You should check- see what’s going on.” You nodded and left without saying a word.
Regulus watched you hurry, the worry clearly reflected in your eyes. Maybe I know more about love than I give myself credit for, ‘cause that’s clearly love.
When you closed in on the bridge you could already hear the two men argue. Your heart started pounding and the air in your lungs seemed stuck there.
“You will marry my daughter, you ungrateful fool!” Your father yelled and the whole bridge seemed to shake as his anger vibrated in his words.
You arrived by James’ side, but keeping your distance as to hear out what James had to say.
“I will not.” James said firmly. You studied his every expression as you couldn’t believe that he was suddenly so mature and serious. “Allow me to explain.” James’ voice was calm and your eyes were wide and glassy. You didn’t want to hear how he didn’t love you or about how he was in love with another and therefore couldn’t be with you.
“I will not hear it.” Your father snapped furiously, but James was unmoved. When your father turned away from you both, James pulled out his wand and you gasped. “Listen to me!” James demanded and your father turned back to face you again. His eyes firmly locked onto James’ wand.
POV James declaring his love and setting you free.
“Your daughter is an amazing woman. She’s one of those people that love fearlessly and she spreads joy wherever she goes. She should marry someone that she can love, adore and cherish every day of her life. She deserves to wake up with someone by her side that she loves with her whole heart and that loves her with every fiber of their being… and-” James’ eyes made their way to you. “And I might love her like that, with every piece of my soul, but she does not…” James turned away from you as he couldn’t stand to look at you as he had to let you go. “And that is why I will fight for her freedom, freedom to love someone and be loved by someone she choses.”
“James.” You breathe out now that you can finally feel the air in your lungs again. When James follows your voice to meet your eyes he notices your teary eyes. In a split second you close the distance between you two. Your hands cupping his cheeks as you pull him in for a passionate kiss, a kiss that screamed everything you felt for him. “I love you. Marry me.” Your words make James lower his wand and kiss you back, while one arm snakes around you to pull you close. After another kiss that felt like fireworks James pulled away about an inch from your lips, eyes focussed on yours. “You love me? You want to marry me?” There’s confusion mixed with happiness in his eyes. “Yes of course, how could I not love you. You are so easy to love James Potter.” James’ nose brushed your as his lips moved to your ear. “Then I will love you with every piece of my soul for all eternity.”
Your lips found his again, but you quickly parted from James when you heard your father clear his throat. “I guess I will just forget about this whole argument and continue planning the wedding as foreseen?” James nodded awkward, but unable to hide his happiness. “Yes, that would be nice.” He turned to you to seek confirmation. “That would be really nice.” Your father nodded sternly and walked away. “A bit of a bad start with my father-in-law, I fear.” You shook your head. “You raised your wand against him.” James smiled meekly. “I would do anything for you to be happy.” Forced to marry but oh so easy to love, James Potter.
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The sound of students rushing down the halls could be heard from behind you, paper crinkling at your fingers as you walked down the corridor in a bubbly mood. Your parents had sent an owl with a loving birthday message along with one from your sister, though it busted into a pink glitter cloud— nevertheless it was an adorable gesture, despite the sparkling pile on your bedding.
Now entering the doors of the Great Hall, the smell of eggs and fresh bread never smelled better, you made your way to the Slytherin table hoping to spend breakfast with your boyfriend Mattheo, but to your surprise, he was nowhere to be found with his group. You looked towards Theodore—who was glaring at his mashed peas with disgust—and asked about the lack of your menace of a boyfriend.
He replied with a light shrug, “I haven’t seen him since I left our dorm room.” Now that was strange, usually by now your boyfriend would be at your hip, most likely smothering you in birthday kisses and whispering about the things he’d ‘gift’ you in his room; yet he was nowhere in sight, if Theodore didn’t know, then you doubt anyone else would. While there was a slight unease in your chest, you decided to push any worrisome thoughts from your mind. He must have overslept. Yes. That must’ve been the reason, and to that you started your first birthday meal with your friends. Although, every now and then you would find yourself glancing towards the gates of the Great Hall in search of Mattheo’s silhouette— but to your displeasure it never appeared.
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Students began to disperse from the hall—including you and your group—classes were expected to start soon, so on your way to potions your mind bubbled with hope that you’d find your chocolate haired boy lying on his desk, bored out of his mind without a care for class etiquette, but your expectations quickly faded when you faced a crowded class void of any sign of Mattheo.
A rhythmic taping against the door broke your train of thought, Professor Slughorn was waiting right behind you, “Why don’t you find your station?” He suggested quite calmly, and with a nod you found an empty spot beside a kind Hufflepuff. No matter how hard your potions partner tried to beg for your cooperation in the given assignment, you could barely focus on anything else for more than a minute; honestly, you’d feel bad for the poor badger later, but until you found Mattheo, there was no hope for the amount of leech juice you’ve dumped into the mixture…
Overlapping voices of laughter from students poured into the Great Hall. You were sat amongst your friends as you picked at your meal; the group continued to chat along about whatever tedious schoolwork you’d all have to do after lunch, meanwhile you were completely submerged in your own thoughts; you couldn’t feel the first two nudges your friend gave you in an attempt to wake you up.
“Earth to birthday girl?” Your friend questioned as she waved her hand quite close to your face. The sudden movement had startled you, immediately straightening your posture, and suddenly realized that everyone was staring at your direction. “Did you say something…?” You asked hesitantly, though you were aware that there had been an entire conversation going on for the past quarter of an hour. “Forget about what we’ve been saying, what’s up in that head of yours?”
You certainly have been turning the gears in your head for quite a while, although it simply had to do with your boyfriend’s unknown whereabouts, you hadn’t seen him all morning, which in itself is already odd, but you had been looking forward to hearing him wish you a ‘Happy Birthday’, and even if it was a small gesture, it meant a lot to you, especially when it’s from Mattheo.
To dispel the curiosity of your friends you brought up the topic of the next class with Professor Snape as the reason for your lack of focus, to which you received a reply of loud unanimous groans. Thankfully, that was the end of any investigation towards your current mood, so you were left to continue the rest of your meal wondering where Mattheo could be.
The rest of the school day went on as expected, finished a class of Charms, received a few ‘Happy Birthday’ wishes from students as well as an earful from Snape at DADA, and washed down dinner with a great gulp of pumpkin juice. Not once did you see Mattheo, a nervous bug had infested the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was okay, what if he had gotten into trouble?
You had turned down your friend’s invitation to hang out at Hogsmeade in order to search for your lover. Something must have happened, there was no way he could have been missing all school day, because of an issue with his sleep schedule; you searched the common room, his dorm room, and even the beginning of the forbidden forest. Nothing. Zilch. Not one sight or hint that could have relieved the never-ending tension in your heart.
You returned to your dorm—after your failure to find Mattheo—with your bag dropped to the ground as you dragged your feet to an assumed cold and empty bed; however, to your surprise, a simple designed present was laid on top of the duvet. A note tucked between the ribbon with handwriting rough and quite familiar had you curious, and funnily enough it’d be the answer to all your anxious questions.
You snatched the note from its place between the ribbons and opened it to find an invitation to the Astronomy Tower with M.R. signed at the bottom corner, along with a request to wear the gift that was presented in front of you— a single thought ran through your mind, he’s safe, a sense of relief washed away all the tension that knotted in your body. However, you were in a state of confusion, and particularly annoyed at his little games, since he had made you worry all day long. Nevertheless, you followed along with his requests and opened the box to find a stunning maroon dress; the clothing was a perfect fit, it truly felt like it was made for you, the dress was carried by thin straps on your shoulders, and the dress fell right above your ankles with a striking view of your thighs from the slit in the elastic materials.
After silently admiring the dress for a minute, you began your trek to the Astronomy Tower in sleek matching ankle strapped heels—one that Mattheo had bought you during a spontaneous window shopping session—a mixture of excitement and anticipation lurked in your stomach as your climbed up the flight of stairs.
As you made your way up the seemingly never ending staircase, faint unintelligible conversations could be heard from above; on their own accord, your feet picked up its pace until you reached the entrance of the tower to which colorful decorations filled your vision; streamers and balloons wrapped themselves around the tower columns, a small banner that had your name sown in cursive was hung in the center, and most importantly Mattheo stood right below it, his hands hidden in his pockets with a silent smile as he anxiously watched your reaction.
Any and every word you planned on saying was knocked out of your lungs, you had thought of reprimanding him for how stressed he made you the entire day, but not a single sentence fell from your lips. Your eyes were fixed on the nervous boy in front of you, watching as he kicked an imaginary rock from the ground, his hands clammy from his inner turmoil despite the sharp gaze he had on you; he had planned this for days, he wanted it to be perfect, it had to be perfect, because this was for you.
Both you and Mattheo were eagerly watching one another, and you hadn’t realized there were others present in the tower. “Are you two done yet?” Draco interrupted sarcastically, quite irritated that he was forced into wearing a ridiculous cone shaped hat—one that Lorenzo surprisingly convinced his cousin to wear. You then grasped that the rest of the group was here, a few dressed in party hats, others who seemed very excited and yelled “Surprise!” the moment you entered, and then there’s Malfoy’s disgruntled expression, but we don’t need to care about that; even your friends—who had claimed they’d go to Hogsmeade—were at the surprise party as well.
Your feet were stuck in its place like glue, maybe it was the overflowing emotions you felt, because you began to feel the heat of tears pricking at the edge of your eyes; Mattheo strides your way in long quick steps, “Hey, love.” He said in nothing louder than a whisper; he wiped the tears off your lashes in an attempt to see your star-bright smile. “Like it? The surprise, I mean,” you laughed through your tears, “Of course I like it, dummy!”
Mattheo revealed a small grin as he aided in wiping the new tears in your eyes, “Then stop crying, babe. Y’know how much I had to beg to get your friends to shut up?! They would’ve spoiled the whole thing!” He admitted, hoping to get your never ending tears to- well end.
“You’re welcome, by the way!” One of your friends yelled sarcastically from the snacks table covered in your favourite desserts. Mattheo jokingly glared their way, then pulled you towards the middle of the tower for another surprise; “Look, it’s your birthday and I’ve already lost enough face putting this together, so you better fucking enjoy it” He muttered in irritation, but the thumb brushing your knuckles and the love in his eyes told another story.
In a few words of a spell, a beautifully decorated white cake appeared before you with designs of roses and vines, while candied strawberries sat at the top of the single tiered cake; Mattheo rubbed his callous hands against your arms as a comforting gesture while you stood in amazement.
“Sooo, are we going to sing for the birthday girl or what?” Lorenzo piped up, “Oh Merlin, do we have to?” Theodore huffed. Despite Theo’s early protests, everyone joined to sing you Happy Birthday, some sounded monotone while others were very enthusiastic cough Lorenzo cough, nonetheless everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, you didn’t even register the slow awkwardness that most would feel during the song, you were too busy smiling through your tears, singing along as everyone gathered around the cake; a sense of home and warmth made its way into your heart. Yeah. You were exactly where you needed to be.
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After the initial celebration, Mattheo whisked you away from the party while everyone was distracted with Theo’s attempt to break open the piñata Hippogriff that your friends introduced from the muggle world; “Where are we going?” you wondered at his eagerness to escape the celebration. Mattheo didn’t answer any of your questions about your current destination, he simply grasped your hand as he discreetly strolled along the halls of Hogwarts to avoid any scouring prefects and teachers.
It wasn’t until you both reached the entrance to the middle courtyard did you finally stop, you then noticed a straw basket sitting beside the cobblestone arch, one that your lover picked up as he continued to pull you along the soft blades of grass; the moon shone atop the field like a spotlight, revealing a laid quilt under the night sky.
The basket was plopped to rest on top of the little picnic that was charmingly arranged just for you; you swore you could see a twinge of blush creeping up his cheeks even with the darkness of the evening. “Is this really for me?” It was barely even a question, you never doubted Mattheo’s love, not for a second; it’s just from first glance, he would never seem like the type to plan such a sweet surprise.
“Then who else is this for?” He caressed your hand, leaving feather light kisses upon your knuckles, “Listen, I’m not some romantic genius, and I know talking about my feelings isn’t one of my strong suits, but-“ Interrupting his practiced proclamation of love, dripples of rain began to pour from above, wetting your clothes and the entire picnic, the downpour did not wait for anyone, and it certainly did not wish to wait and listen to Mattheo.
“Shit!” Mattheo cursed at the skies as he dragged you away to shelter away from the rain, “Out of all days, it had to be now?!” he violently shook his curls, a sign of guilt fell over his eyes as he looked towards you; but before he could even utter an apology, you carelessly stepped back into the rain with a relaxed smile greeting the grey skies, “He-Hey!?” He called out your name, yet in an instant he was quickly distracted by your now soaked form, dress highlighting the dip of your hips and every curve of your chest, strands of hair stuck to your cheeks as you giggled under your breath, “Is Sir Riddle afraid of a bit of rain?”
Teasing him as he gazed starstruck at how you could become even prettier with a bit of rain and beautiful smile; the smell of freshly wet grass and mossy stone filled your nose and a simple look that challenged Mattheo had him running to you in a flash; you felt the desire to be a child once again, so you ran from him across the wet field, your heels slipped off as he chased you to your heart’s content.
When he finally caught you, you were suddenly spun into the air, holding you from your soft waist as he gazed upward to your joyful eyes and bright smile; eye to eye, you stared at the other for what felt like eternity, lost in each other’s gaze; when he finally let you down with a kiss on a your lips, you broke out into another beaming smile for his eyes only. The son of darkness, the son that others would fear of was just a simple man in love in front of you; a lovesick grin claimed its place on his lips, eyes crinkled at the corners, admiring and wishing this moment never ended.
“Why are you smiling like that?” You chuckled.
“Smiling like what?” he lovingly caressed your cheek.
“Like- Like that!” You laughed into his chest, eyes filled with so much love for the boy in front you, “I’d think it’s your birthday if I didn’t know any better!”
“Well, I’ve got the world in my arms, love” he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer to his chest, you could feel the rapid beats of his heart and the depth of each breath he took in; he whispered into your ear, a promise that was only for your audience, “And I don’t plan on letting her go.”
Everything else passed in a blur, hiding in the corridors to avoid lurking teachers, every stolen kiss from your lips, the laughter that whispered between you both as you stumbled into his room. You were released from the confinements of your dress as Mattheo slid the straps off your shoulders; mirroring your current appearance, he stripped off his shirt and tie, shirtless before you, essence of rain still trinkling down his chest, and in a swift motion you were pinned to the bed, your lips claimed without a moment to breath. His hands traversed along your body, lingering at your thighs as he divided them apart. The rest was like a dream, every moan, every sigh that left his lips, the praises and promises that kissed your skin as he made love. The day started with confusions and questions but happily ended with an answer that’d satisfy you for the rest of your life.
Happy Birthday, love. ɷ ♡ ɷ
↬Disclaimers
A/N: Soooo... I am like 19 days late... I did not plan for this to take so long to finish, but one thing happened after another and well... here we are- oof.
Sorry it took this long, Soph, but here is my belated birthday gift to you, lovely! You are older than me now, so don't worry I'll start calling you Madam Sophy 🥳Joking aside, this is a birthday gift and a thank you present in one. Thank you for welcoming me in this community when I didn't know what the heck I was doing. I am grateful and thankful to you and I just appreciate your presence so much, and I'll be here to wish you many more birthdays after (i will smother you in gifts, you can't stop me hehe). I think this fic is kinda decent, and not too cringy, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.
Also, ty to you my darling Marsy (@viperify) for reading my drafts, cuz I was like so unsure of what I was writing lmao. Mwah! <33 🥹
Rereading the Christmas fic for the slytherin boys rn with Let it snow as the background song
Thank you ☺️ I always feel childlike joy when someone wishes me a happy birthday 💛
I adore you for rereading my fic 🥰 It’s such an honour!!!! 🥹
ALSO, I have to ask, is it like cold where you live? Or are you just listening to Christmas/winter songs while enjoying the sun? Not judging! Just wondering if I have been living my life wrong? 😂
I wanted to tell that you are the reason I am so deep into this fandom, it started with your Slytherin Boy fics and now I'm stuck in this never ending hole 👉👈
I am a huge fan of your works and just like you don't have to reply to this inbox message, but thank you for writing for them, it is absolutely beautiful, I have reread your works like so many times, I can never get bored of them. I was inspired by you and I just wanted to start writing for them as well, despite not being the best at it.
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Summary: Mattheo Riddle has never confessed to anyone, which is why his first attempt went so badly
credits to @/saradika-graphics for the divider!
Mattheo Riddle wasn’t exactly known for his considerate nature. In fact, he was notoriously lacking in it.
He was well aware that nothing at Hogwarts stayed a secret—honestly, he was part of the reason why.
In second year, the moment he caught wind of Lorenzo’s crush on that Ravenclaw, he practically sang it up and down every corridor, playing matchmaker with the subtlety of a drunken Hippogriff.
In fourth year, when Draco admitted—in passing—that Granger was “sort of hot in a terrifying way,” Mattheo nearly hexed him into the next era. Still, he whistled and hummed the Wedding March every time they passed each other, just to make Draco suffer.
And just last year, he’d personally tortured Theo over his crush on that Hufflepuff—publicly, relentlessly—until she finally caved and started dating him.
So yeah. Now that he had a crush, there was no way in hell he was letting anyone find out. Especially not Theo.
Because if there was one thing Mattheo had earned in life, it was karma. And this? This would be brutal.
Well… that.
And—
“Fratellone~” (big brother~)
Mattheo’s entire nervous system short-circuited.
Your voice floated into the common room like smoke and sugar, playful and sweet—and there you were, head poking in, eyes wide and sparkly, looking right at Theo.
He sat lazily on the sofa with Mattheo beside him, but Mattheo would’ve been lying if he said the sight of your big, pleading doe eyes didn’t make him swoon just a little.
He also tried not to react to the way you were fluttering your lashes like you were auditioning for a Veela commercial.
Theo chuckled, rolling his eyes, "What do you want?"
"Will you promise to say yes first?" You asked sweetly, lips pursed in a pout, rocking on your heels with your eyes wide like a tragic fairytale character.
Theo scowled at you—but there was no real malice in it, "Like hell. What do you want?"
"Some allowance." You replied, tilting your head just slightly—and Merlin help him, Mattheo almost pulled out his wallet for you.
Theo, however, was unmoved. He scoffed, "Yeah, right. What happened to all your allowance? I’m not giving you a single knut."
You didn’t flinch. Instead, you flopped right between the two of them, your shoulder brushing Mattheo’s as your scent flooded his brain.
He stared straight ahead.
He did not inhale.
He definitely did not imagine himself burying his nose into the crook of your neck and taking in your scent.
"Theoooo," You whined, stretching his name like syrup, "I want to go to Hogsmeade this weekend with my friends. Pleeeease?"
He narrowed his eyes, grimacing again, and you let out another pitiful whine.
A beat passed before he finally sighed, "Fine. Go get my wallet from my dorm."
You grinned, victorious, as you pulled the wallet straight out of your robe pocket.
Theo let out a scoff of disbelief, "Unbelievable."
You merely gave him a smile.
"You know," He grumbled as you pocketed the money, "when I ran out of allowance, I didn’t have anyone to scam with big eyes and fake innocence. You’re lucky you’ve got such a good big brother."
You huffed, smug, "That’s your job as my big brother. If you wanted the special treatment, you should’ve been born second."
Mattheo very calmly decided that if Theo ever found out about the state of his crush, he would simply have to fake his own death and transfer to Durmstrang under a new identity.
After a couple weeks of hopeless, spiraling, late-night-scribbling-his-name-next-to-yours-on-scrap-parchment kind of pining, Mattheo had finally made up his mind.
He was going to tell you.
Actually confess. Like a proper idiot in love.
It was stupid, really—how nervous he felt. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure what was worse: the actual feelings, or the fact that he was handling them like a fourth year with his first crush.
Honestly, he felt like he was in over his head—and Mattheo Riddle never felt that way. His comfort zone was massive. He wasn’t the type to second-guess himself, or get shy, or blush when someone looked at him a second too long. If anything, he was usually the one making other people uncomfortable with how confident and shameless he was.
He had always been the type to take charge of any situation. If he wanted something, he said so. Gave the time and place. No hesitation. No second-guessing. No vulnerability.
But with you?
With you, it was different.
You made him feel like the floor might disappear from under him at any second. Like rejection from you wouldn’t just sting—it would wreck him.
And maybe that was dramatic, maybe even pathetic, but he’d take pathetic over regret any day. At least if he confessed, he could say he’d tried. Even if it went horribly. Even if you laughed in his face.
(Which he was only mildly worried about. Okay, more than mildly. He’d had an actual dream where that happened. Twice.)
Still, he figured he had to try. At least this way, if it all fell apart, he’d know he hadn’t kept his mouth shut like a coward. And, of course, he owed Theo the basic respect of asking you out properly.
So he waited. Bided his time.
And when he saw you one night alone in the library—half-asleep over your Charms essay, ink smudged across your fingers—he figured this was it.
Game time.
You looked up at the sound of his footsteps, eyebrows lifting in surprise.
“Mattheo Riddle?” You teased, “In the library? Are you lost?”
He tried to fire something back. Something snarky or clever or Mattheo-ish.
Instead, all he managed was a breathless smile.
Your teasing faded instantly. You sat up straighter, “Are you okay?”
He exhaled through his nose, nodded once, “Yeah. I just… I need to tell you something.”
Your expression softened, open and patient, “Okay. Go ahead. I’m all ears.”
He blinked. Swallowed.
Then immediately began spiraling.
“It’s just that—I think you’re a—no, wait. That’s not how I wanted to start. I’ve been feeling like this for a couple months—shit, no, that sounds stalkerish—”
You tilted your head, eyes narrowing in concern. Mattheo Riddle, Hogwarts’ most sarcastic menace, was stammering like a first year. You’d never seen him like this.
“Mattheo?” You asked gently, “Just say it. I promise I won’t judge you.”
He ran a hand through his curls, letting out a breath.
“It’s not you judging me that I’m afraid of,” He muttered, “It’s just… I’ve never had these feelings before. Not like this. And it’s been driving me insane, not saying anything. I’ve wanted to for weeks. But there’s Theo—you know he’s my best mate—and I didn’t want to make things weird or screw it all up. But honestly, I don’t think I care anymore. Not when it feels like this.”
He looked up at you finally, eyes wide and vulnerable in a way you’d never seen on him before.
You looked upset. Maybe even heartbroken. Mattheo felt his stomach drop.
A beat passed.
Then you smiled. Slowly. Brightly.
“I think I understand what you’re saying, Mattheo.”
His heart nearly stopped, “Y-You do?”
You nodded eagerly, eyes shining, “Yeah. And—wow. I mean—this is amazing news.”
A smile bloomed on his face, stunned and almost disbelieving, “Wait. Really? You think so?”
“Of course I do!” You laughed, standing to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, “This is great. I’m so happy for you.”
He froze for a second, then melted into it, arms winding around you with relief pouring through his chest. He tucked his face into your hair and breathed in the scent of your shampoo.
Finally.
He’d done it. He’d told you. And you—Merlin, you felt the same. You really—
You pulled back, still smiling, and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. His brain short-circuited.
“Listen, I should get to bed,” You said, gathering your books in your arms with a small smile, “But we’ll talk more tomorrow, okay?”
Mattheo nodded, eyes wide and glassy, like he wasn’t entirely sure what dimension he was in, “Y-Yeah. Okay.”
You gave him a wink—light, teasing, completely unaware of the emotional earthquake you’d just caused—and turned, heading down the corridor toward the dorms. Your footsteps echoed gently, fading into the stillness of the night.
The second you turned the corner and were safely out of sight, you bolted into the nearest empty hallway, nearly tripping over your own feet as you pressed your back to the wall, books clutched to your chest, heart pounding.
Your thoughts were a blur.
Mattheo Riddle.
The guy you'd been lowkey—okay, not so lowkey—crushing on for weeks. The one who made your stomach flip every time he so much as looked at you. The same boy who’d just opened up to you with flushed cheeks and fumbled words and a nervousness you never thought you’d see on him.
You blinked rapidly, breath caught in your throat, replaying the entire conversation in our head.
You groaned, sliding down the wall until you were sitting on the cold stone floor, completely humiliated.
“I can’t believe this,” You whispered, “I was this close to asking him to Hogsmeade.”
The next morning was a blur.
You hadn’t slept.
How could you, after what happened in the library? After Mattheo Riddle—a boy you’d been quietly losing your mind over for weeks—had looked you in the eye and told you, with a trembling voice, and broke your heart.
You were the main character in an absolute tragedy.
You spent all of night thinking it through, picturing the next couple years in your future. You'd undoubtedly be around Mattheo for a lot of those years because of his closeness to Theo. Could you really survive that?
I mean, you had to, didn't you?
Just as the morning rays of sunshine began to flitter through your curtains you had attempted to strengthen your already flimsy resolve.
You were happy.
Really.
You were.
Fucking hell.
So when Mattheo found you in the Great Hall that morning and slid into the seat beside you with the most relaxed, pleased-with-himself smile you’d ever seen on his face, your heart sank.
“Morning,” He said, nudging you playfully, “Sleep okay?”
You blinked, “Um. Yeah. You?”
“Best night of my life.” He said, completely sincere.
You stared at him.
God, he must really be happy.
You cleared your throat and focused very, very hard on your scrambled eggs.
Mattheo, meanwhile, was thriving. You were a little quiet, sure, but he figured that was just nerves. Shyness. Maybe you were still processing the fact that he liked you. Really liked you. That he’d finally said it out loud.
He nudged you again, dropping his voice slightly.
“So, uh… when do you think we should tell Theo?”
Your soul left your body.
Tell Theo.
Tell Theo?!
He wanted you to witness him breaking your heart in person?!
You slowly lowered your fork, “You want me to be there when you... tell him?”
Mattheo’s smile widened like your reaction was exactly what he was hoping for, “Yeah, I mean, obviously he’s gonna be weird about it at first—but he’ll come around.”
You stared at him, a strange buzzing in your ears, “Right. Um. I don’t think I should be there for that.”
His brows lifted, “Oh?”
“I just… I think it’s something you should do on your own. You know? One-on-one. No distractions.”
Mattheo nodded slowly, lips pressed together in thought, “Yeah. I get that. ”
“I just don’t think my presence would help.”
He chuckled softly, “You’re seriously adorable when you’re anxious.”
You blinked.
Mattheo tilted his head, confused for a split second… then smiled.
“Alright,” He said, nodding seriously, “I’ll talk to him later.”
You nodded back, forcing a smile, while internally screaming into the void.
There was a sharp knock on the door to your dorm room.
You sat up in bed, startled, textbook sliding from your lap. Your roommates all told you they were staying out late to finish their joined project in the library. You had been expecting to have the dorm empty for at least another hour.
“Who the hell—?”
The door creaked open, and Mattheo slipped inside, curls a little messy, eyes shadowed and stormy, shoulders slumped.
He gave you a little smile when he entered though it did little to betray his crestfallen expression as he trudged over to your spot on the bed before he threw himself on the mattress beside you. His arms immediately went around your waist in a hug as he hid his face into the side of your thigh.
Your heart jumped into your throat.
“Mattheo?” You whispered, brushing his curls away from his eyes, “What—what are you doing here? Is everything okay?”
He looked up at you like he wasn’t sure whether to speak or just collapse into your lap and stay there forever. A part of him didn’t want to say anything. He knew how much you adored your older brother. If you found out Theo wasn’t supportive of your relationship, it would wreck you.
But the way you were looking at him, gentle and concerned and so you, cracked him wide open.
“I told him.”
You blinked, “You told Theo?”
He nodded slowly. There was something behind his eyes—hurt, confusion, frustration. And something else too. Shame.
“How did he take it?” You asked, already knowing the answer.
Mattheo let out a bitter breath and ran a hand down his face, “Not well. He looked at me like I’d lost my fucking mind. Told me I was sick. Said I needed to back off before things got weird.”
Your chest caved in. Horror filling every pore and vein, inching itself into your bones. Yesterday, you had kind of hoped for this. But today? You were utterly mortified by your brother's actions.
“He said that to you?”
Mattheo sighed, closing his eyes and just enjoying the way you carded through his hair, “Yeah. I mean, I guess I get it. I didn’t exactly ask for permission before anything happened—”
“Permission?” You echoed, getting increasingly angry.
He kept talking, “I just thought he’d at least be annoyed, you know? Or at least not act like I committed a sin. I mean, I don't really give a shit about what he thinks but he's my best mate.”
You stood, furious, “I can’t believe him. That’s so unfair.”
Mattheo looked up, slightly startled.
You were pacing now, barefoot, fury radiating off you like heat.
“I mean, what century are we living in? If you like someone, you like someone. He doesn’t get to make you feel wrong for that.”
Mattheo blinked, “Wait—what?”
“I’m gonna go yell at him,” You snapped, already marching toward the door, “He doesn’t get to treat you like that. He should be grateful you were honest. Gods, I’m so mad right now—”
“Wait, (Y/N), wait—” Mattheo followed, hands raised like he was trying to calm a charging dragon, “Sweetheart, it’s really not that big a deal. He’ll cool off, and I’ll talk to him again—”
“That’s not good enough!” You snapped, throwing open the door, “God, if Mama saw what a heartless bastard he turned into—ugh! I’m gonna hex his balls off!”
You stormed out, slamming the door behind you so hard it rattled on its hinges.
Mattheo stood in the silence that followed, staring at the now-closed door, stunned.
A long pause.
Then, very quietly:
“…I fear for my safety when we have our first fight.”
You stormed through the Slytherin common room like a woman possessed, your footsteps echoing furiously through the stone corridors.
People scattered. Literally scattered.
You weren’t sure where Theo was, but your rage must’ve acted as some kind of tracking charm, because the moment you shoved open the boys’ dorm door, there he was—lounging at his desk, reading some smug little book with his legs kicked up like he owned the castle.
“Theodore. Fucking. Nott.”
Theo looked up, startled—just in time for you to march over and yank him up by the ear.
“OW—WHAT THE BLOODY HELL—!”
“Don’t ‘what the bloody hell’ me, you absolute tosser,” You snapped, dragging him upright like a furious mother catching her child vandalizing a sacred artifact, “Mattheo tells you how he feels—he opens up to you—and you call him sick?! Are you completely deranged?!”
Theo flailed dramatically, “Let go of my ear! Have you lost your mind?!”
“Have you?! You’re supposed to be his best friend! Do you have any idea how hard that must’ve been for him?! He came to you vulnerable—and you rejected him like he was diseased!”
Theo stopped struggling. His face twisted in confusion.
“Okay, what the actual hell are you talking about?!”
You jabbed a finger into his chest with your free hand, “Don’t play dumb. Mattheo told me he has feelings for someone, and yesterday he went to confess. Then he shows up to my dorm crushed because you turned him away like he didn't mean anything to you!"
There was a heavy pause.
Theo blinked.
“…He told you he had feelings for someone?”
“Yes!” You snapped.
“And you thought he meant…” Theo trailed off, narrowing his eyes.
You squinted right back, “…You?”
Theo stared at you. You stared at him.
Then he grabbed your ear.
“OW—HEY—WHAT THE HELL—!”
“You utter moron!” He hissed, twisting slightly, “You thought Mattheo was confessing to me?!”
“I WAS TRYING TO BE SUPPORTIVE!”
“SUPPORTIVE?! OF ME DATING MATTHEO?! ARE YOU HIGH?!”
“STOP TWISTING, YOU GOBLIN!”
You both stood there like absolute lunatics, yanking on each other’s ears, realization dawning in slow-motion horror.
And then—
The dorm door burst open. And Mattheo came in.
His eyes landed on Theo gripping your ear.
His entire face shifted.
“Oi! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Mattheo barked, “I don’t care if she’s your sister, Nott—get your hands off my girlfriend!”
You froze.
Mattheo took a step forward, jaw clenched, “Seriously. Let go.”
You blinked, “…Girlfriend?”
Silence.
A very heavy silence.
Mattheo turned to you, suddenly uncertain, “Yeah? I mean—you don’t mind, do you?”
You gawked at him, “Wait, hold on. I must’ve missed a few chapters—since when am I your girlfriend?”
Mattheo’s brows drew together, “Well… we didn’t officially say anything, but I thought… I mean, yesterday—”
“Yesterday?!”
“Yeah! You said it was amazing news. I thought that meant you liked the idea!”
“I did think it was a good idea! I mean—at the time I did! But then today happened—”
Mattheo stiffened, voice dropping, “So you don’t want to date me because Theo doesn’t like it?”
You stared at him, completely flabbergasted, “Mattheo… aren’t you gay?”
Theo, who had been suspiciously quiet up until this point, snorted.
Then he wheeze-laughed.
Then he bent over, dying, gasping for air like the world’s most dramatic mime.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” He cackled, “You two deserve each other. You're both idiots. I can't breathe.”
Mattheo’s face went red, “What?! What on earth gave you that impression?!”
“You said it yourself!” You shouted defensively, “You went on and on about your feelings—how hard it was to express, how you were scared, how it could ruin your friendship—with Theo! I thought you were coming out and telling me you were in love with him!”
Mattheo looked absolutely offended, “YES—because I didn’t know how to tell my best friend that I was in love with his baby sister!”
You blinked, “You never said my name! Not ONCE in that entire meltdown did the words ‘(Y/N), I like you’ come out of your mouth!”
“I thought it was implied! You kissed me on the cheek!”
“I’M ITALIAN, WE KISS EVERYBODY!”
Mattheo cleared his throat, “Okay. Um… let me try this again.”
You looked up at him, still a little dazed, “Please do.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking far too nervous for someone who once set a broom closet on fire in third year because, in his words, it was “for shits and giggles"
“I like you,” He said, voice low but steady, “You, Y/N Nott. Not your brother—despite his sparkling personality.”
From the bed, Theo flipped him off, “I hope you choke.”
Mattheo took a step closer, his tone softening as his eyes searched yours, “I’ve been trying to tell you for weeks. But I didn’t want to ruin things with Theo, and then I panicked—and started rambling—and then you kissed me and walked off, and I thought that meant yes. So I spent the last twenty-four hours floating around like a smug idiot thinking I had the girl of my dreams.”
You flushed, smiling despite yourself.
“I’m not gay,” Mattheo added quickly, glancing sideways at Theo, “Not that there’s anything wrong with it, obviously. I just—look, I probably shouldn’t say anything else. Every time I open my mouth, you come up with a new wild theory and I nearly get accused of seducing your brother.”
You bit your lip, trying not to laugh.
Mattheo stepped closer again, “So now that we’ve established I’m not secretly in love with Theo… would you want to be my girlfriend?"
He looked so earnest. Like he’d hand you his heart and a backup heart just in case something happened to the first one.
Your own heart skipped. “I’d love to,” You said softly. Then, with a sly smile, “I’d kiss you right now if my brother weren’t staring.”
“And for that, I’m eternally grateful,” Theo deadpanned, still sprawled on his bed, “Also grateful that as of today, you are officially his problem. You want money? You hit up your boyfriend. You set something on fire? Talk to your boyfriend. I am washing my hands clean of you.”
He dramatically mimed wiping his hands in the air.
He then added, “To think I was worried your pathetic, lovestruck, gay ass was going to break my baby sister’s heart.”
Mattheo groaned, “Not gay. Just want to emphasize again how not gay I am. Not that there’s anything wrong with it! Just—Merlin’s beard—I’m shutting up now.”
Theo smirked, “Smart move.”
Mattheo sighed and looked back at you, “...Still want to kiss me?”
You grinned, “I wouldn't be opposed.”
Theo froze, "Wait a second."
“Don’t wait up.” Mattheo said smugly to his roommate, taking your hand.
“Mattheo I swear to God—”
You pulled him toward the door, laughing, while Theo yelled curses behind the two of you.
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