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so it goes... | mattheo riddle x reader

song; so it goes... [taylor swift] pairing; mattheo riddle x fem!muggle!slytherin!reader genre; s2l, fwb2l, smut, fluff, angst word count; 6,2k timeline; subsidiary eighth year warnings; referenced minor character deaths, swearing, piv sex, unprotected sex (reader implied to be on bc), oral sex (male & female receiving), smoking, alcohol, references to fighting, references to discrimination (of muggles), semi-public sex summary; the first muggle at hogwarts, courtesy of very special circumstances— how would you fare?

i know a muggle!slytherin!reader may seem crazy but stay with me!! this idea came to me while i was on the bus home after crying over an exam

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"i'm yours to keep, and i'm yours to lose."

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Your sister was the witch: the brilliant, miracle child that had been born with magical powers in a non-magic family. The pride your parents had felt when she received the invitation letter to a magic school— after deducing that it wasn't some kind of prank— had been immense. Meanwhile, you had merely been entering your final year of primary school. That small, childish part of you had prayed that you would receive the same invitation letter when it came time for you to begin secondary school. Alas, you were met with disappointment, and cried yourself to sleep as you realised how painfully normal you were in comparison to her.

You never let her know of your jealousy— she never bragged, never rubbed it in your face. But you still felt resentment, especially as your parents began to ignore your muggle educational achievements in favour of her witchy ones. Now, though, you were at a loss.

Quite literally, as a war had brewed in the magic world and it put muggle-borns like your sister at stake. That was when your love and concern for her had overtaken any prior resentment you held, especially when she was forced into hiding. Your parents were obliviated and sent half way across the world for their safety. You, however, were deemed too young for obliviation, and instead given a new last name and enrolled in a boarding school. Your existence as your parents' child was erased from all legal records.

In the eyes of the law, your sister was an only child, which was ultimately what saved you. You-Know-Who, as your sister said the wizard terrorist was called (she refused to say his real name), found your parents— at least his followers did— and killed them. In their last moments, they had no idea that you and your sister existed. And, with no close relatives, it was just her and you in the world.

She came and found you at boarding school after You-Know-Who was defeated, falling into your arms and sobbing as she informed you of your parents' deaths. Then, you cried with her, and pulled her tight into your embrace.

You spent the entire Summer together, grieving and building each other back up piece by piece. She had been given the opportunity to return to Hogwarts for an extra year to make up for her loss of her last year, but she said she wouldn't go so she could stay with you. Yet you could see it in her eyes that she wanted desperately to return to the place where all her friends and passions were.

"You should go," you had mumbled, "I know you want to."

"I can't leave you," she had replied, her eyes cast down and solemn.

"Why can't I just go with you?" you had said, in a joking tone, knowing that it wasn't possible.

That's when her head had lifted up and she had said in full seriousness, "Why can't you? Surely they can make an exception."

You hadn't gotten your hopes up as she sent a letter to the new headmistress, but to your absolute shock you had been approved to attend Hogwarts. Apparently the headmistress had viewed the request as completely reasonable, and was willing to let you attend as she wanted one of her favourite students return. Adeola, your elder sister, was in the Hogwarts house Gryffindor, of which was the house that the headmistress used to be the head of before her promotion.

Frankly, you were ecstatic: you knew that you wouldn't fit in, that you would be judged, but your childish dream of going to magic school was coming to fruition. And so, you found yourself in Diagon Alley— this time not just aiding your sister in her back to school shop, but getting things for yourself.

Of course, being muggle, your selection of subjects was limited. You couldn't take anything that required using spells or charms. Alas, you had selected history of magic, ancient runes, arithmancy, astronomy, and herbology. But, realistically, your options outside of that were only muggle studies, care of magical creatures, and potions. Still, you were more than excited.

"Obviously, we'll need to get you robes," your sister explained as you walked down the bustling street, "And books and parchment and quills."

You nodded along eagerly— it was the happiest you had felt in months.

"You'll want gardening gloves too, since you're taking herbology," she continued, "But I think that's about it."

You avoided looking at a wand shop that you passed.

"People might pick on you," she said, suddenly coming to a halt, "But if they do, tell me. I'll deal with it."

Adeola was a prefect after all.

"I promise I'll be okay," you said, "I can handle a little bullying."

"We can handle anything together," she squeezed your hand.

***

What had been completely unprecedented was you being sorted into Slytherin by the sorting hat: Adeola had told you that the house didn't accept muggle-borns, but you guessed that the founder hadn't even considered banning muggles. After all, why would a muggle be at Hogwarts? The Sorting Hat evidently knew that loophole, and upon deciding you were best suited to the green house, had plonked you there.

As a result, you were in a daze when you walked over to the table that had cheered at the hat's announcement. They obviously didn't yet know that you were a muggle, but they would soon when they questioned you on why you were joining so late. Regardless, you took a seat at the end of the table where the students who appeared your age were sat, bracing yourself for any following interrogations.

A girl with brunette hair and pale skin greeted you with a smile when the sorting finished, instantly introducing herself. "Hello, I'm Pansy— Pansy Parkinson. I'm in eighth year."

You nodded, "Y/N L/N. Seventh."

"A bit late to join, no?" she tilted her head curiously.

You shrugged, deciding that people were going to find out sooner or later so you might as well be upfront and confident about it. "Well, I'm- uh- muggle..."

The people sat around you fell into silence and stared at you.

"Did you say muggle?" a boy with curly brown hair and a scar across his nose asked.

You sighed, "Yes, I know. It's unusual. But, uh, my sister is a muggle-born— in your year, you probably know her— and our parents, um, died so I was allowed to come because we don't have any other family."

"L/N?" Pansy pondered, "Adeola L/N?"

You nodded.

"I thought the name was familiar," she said, "Anyway, no offence and all, but how are you in Slytherin?"

With a shrug, you began dishing food on to your plate, "I guess your founder never thought a muggle would attend the school."

"A strange loophole," the boy who had spoken before said, his lips stretching into a smirk, "Mattheo Riddle. Before you say anything, no, I'm not like my father."

"Who's your father?"

Your question took him by surprise, as he was incredibly used to people making assumptions about him and who he was before they had even met him.

"You don't know?"

"Why would I? I'm muggle."

At his silence, Pansy piped up again, "You-Know-Who. Voldemort, if you will."

"He was your father?" you stared at the boy in shock, "That must have been awful."

Mattheo was surprised that your reaction was so sincere, and so non-judgemental. Anyone who didn't know who he was when they first met him normally shrank back when they found out. Seldom did anybody take honest pity on him— not that he wanted them to, he would just rather not be judged by his cover.

"Anyway," Pansy cut in, sensing the subject needed to be changed, "We don't have a problem with you being muggle. Right, boys?" She looked around at the group of guys that had been listening to the conversation. They all murmured their agreements.

"What are you going to study?" one of the said guys asked, his tone quite cold.

"That's Theo, he talks like that to everyone, don't worry," Pansy said dismissively.

"Uh, nothing that requires a wand, obviously," you gave a small smile, "Arithmency, astronomy, herbology, history of magic and ancient runes."

"I take ancient runes," Mattheo smirked, "I can help you catch up."

Next to him, Pansy rolled her eyes, "Fat lot of help you'd be— you skive half your lessons."

He shrugged, "And yet I still pass."

"By the skin of your teeth," Theo added.

"But, yeah, you will have classes with some of us," Pansy continued, "As eighth year is only to make up for the poor education of seventh, the two years' classes are combined."

You chatted amiably with them all of dinner, learning the others' names to be Lorenzo, Blaise, and Draco— as well as the other girls in Pansy's year being Millicent and Daphne. When you made your way to the Slytherin dungeons, after waving and giving a thumbs up to your sister, you obviously had to ask, "Where's the seventh year dorms?"

"You should stay in ours," Pansy said immediately, "I'd imagine they've squeezed an extra bed in with the seventh years, but there's already six of them. There's only three of us so we already have two spare beds."

"Is that allowed?"

She shrugged, "I don't see why it wouldn't be."

"Okay, then," you smiled, relieved that Pansy was so willing to befriend you. She took you to the seventh year dorms, which indeed seemed to be quite cramped with seven beds forced into the place, and collected your trunk before heading even deeper down to the eighth year dorms. Sure enough, the room was a lot more spacious, and upon seeing that there were trunks already parked in front of three of the beds, you picked one of the spare ones.

As you began unpacking, Millicent said from across the room, "I'm sorry about your parents."

"Thank you," you said, "I don't know what I'd do without my sister."

She nodded in understanding, "It's very nice of McGonagall to let you come here."

You hummed, "Adeola wouldn't've come back if I couldn't."

"Well, good thing you could," Daphne said, using her wand to efficiently complete her unpacking. You watched with envy. "You've probably set a record as the first muggle here."

"What an honour," you chuckled, "When we found out my sister was a witch, I wanted to be one so bad as well."

"You're an honorary witch now," Pansy said, laying her pyjamas on her bed, "And, thus, you are invited to come drink with us in the boys' dorm."

"Drink?" you quirked an eyebrow.

"A little celebratory thing we've done since sixth year," Millicent explained, "And this is our last one, so."

"We said that same thing last year," Daphne retorted, "And look where we are now."

Millicent shrugged, "I think it's safe to say this is definitely our last one."

"Never say never," Pansy said.

***

"Hello, ladies," Blaise greeted you all at the door, a glass in his hand, "We're just getting started."

You were all beckoned inside to a room that looked near identical to yours, but with boys scattered all over. Theo and Mattheo were sat by the window, smoking out of it, but the others were all sat on beds nursing glasses of their own: apart from Draco, who was sat resolutely in a corner by himself. There was music playing in the background, some upbeat party kind that you had never heard before. As the girls all dispersed to make conversation with various people, you tugged your baccy pouch out of your pocket— it had been a passing thought that you might be able to smoke in there, but you didn't want to be without.

And now you were glad, making your way over to Theo and Mattheo as you pulled a paper and filter out and stood before them. You noticed that they were smoking straights, and chuckled to yourself.

"What?" Mattheo, who had been watching you intently since you entered, asked.

"Can't roll?" you teased.

"Straights are quicker."

"More expensive, though," you shrugged, "And got more chemicals and shit in 'em."

Mattheo rolled his eyes playfully, "I can roll."

You finished your rollie, licking along the filter and closing it— and noticing how Mattheo observed the movement with darkened eyes. Pushing that aside, you handed over your supplies and said, "Be my guest."

A determined look came across his face as he accepted the challenge, putting out his straight. You watched with amusement as he fumbled for a few seconds, before finally rolling it up and securing it— only, his attempt flared at the end.

"Has the makings of a good blunt," you said as he held it up to you, "But you want the end to be tighter with a fag."

Mattheo scoffed.

"It's smokeable, though, so good job, I guess. For a first attempt."

Theo had been observing the whole interaction with a glint in his eyes, clearly entertained at seeing his friend's lackluster job at rolling. Mattheo noticed, "Think you can do better, Nott?"

"Maybe, maybe not," he said simply, "I don't care either way." And with that, he put out his cigarette, flicked it out the window, and got up to join the rest of the small party. You took his spot beside Mattheo, fishing for your lighter.

"You a heavy smoker?" he asked, lighting his own cigarette with his wand.

You shook your head, "Only at parties or when I'm stressed."

He hummed, "Wish I could say the same."

"You really need to learn to roll then. Can't waste all your money on straights."

"Maybe you're right."

"I am right," you smirked, "I'm always right, as you'll soon learn."

"Is that so?" he tilted his head, an unreadable look in his irises. It made you shift uncomfortably in your seat.

You weren't sure when his lips crashed onto yours, or when you started to reciprocate the kiss. But before you knew it, you were disappearing into the bathroom with none other than the son of the man who had put your family in danger. He pushed your back against the cool tiles that panelled the wall of the room, your mouths moving ferociously against each other as if they were waging a war— ironic, really. His hand moved down to the curve of your ass and squeezed gently: the action making your hips buck forward into him. A gasp escaped your throat, but it was muffled by the fact that your lips were still engaged.

Mattheo pulled away briefly to mutter, "And you say you're not magic."

Your breathlessness forced your silence, even as he loosened your tie and began unbuttoning your blouse, to be met with your lack of bra. By the way his movements stilled and his mouth parted, you could guess that he had spotted the barbells going through each of your perked nipples.

"Fuck," he mumbled, immediately diving into suck on one while he massaged the other with his hand. The contrast of his warm tongue and cold metal sent sparks down to your core, and you clenched around nothing.

Time became such a blur that you lost track of how long he worshipped your tits, until it ended. You peeled open your eyes to see that he was unbuttoning his own shirt, and with a smirk, you helped him get it off before kneeling down to undo his belt. His eyes darkened as he watched you work at the buckle, his hand finding your hair as you pulled down his trousers and boxers in one fell swoop. The proof of his arousal sprung out before you, making you instinctively lick your lips. You pressed a small kiss to the tip, before taking his large size into your mouth, using your hand to work what you couldn't fit. To your pleasure, Mattheo started to groan— you hated it when guys were silent during sex.

You pulled away from his dick with a satisfying pop, and found a sultry tone take over your voice as you said, "Lie down."

"On the floor?"

"I don't see anywhere else," you teased, watching as he lay down before you.

Easing your panties and tights down your body, you clambered over to Mattheo once they were fully off.

"Can I sit on your face, angel?" you asked, feeling particularly devious.

"Please," he damn near begged, so you had no choice but to oblige. Your pleated skirt fell around his head as delicious sensations overwhelmed your clit. "Tastes like magic," he chuckled, his words slightly incoherent.

"You flatter me, Riddle," you murmured, placing your hands on his abdomen and leaning forward to continue your ministrations on his dick.

And what commenced was an array of passionate slurping and licking sounds, even gagging when you took the initiative to push him down your throat. His groans rippled against your pussy and added to the pleasure— before long you were feeling the release build up. It grew like a storm, and you were forced to remove yourself from his dick in order to give into the rain shower. The tightening in your core felt like thunder, the small warning you got before the lightning struck and you were overcome with the disastrous nature of pure eroticism. Involuntarily, you ground on his face, but it only seemed to fuel Mattheo even more.

"Oh, my God," you moaned as you finally removed yourself from him, unable to process the man's skill.

"Oh, my Salazar now. You're a Slytherin."

His chin was shiny with your release, and you decided that he needed a reward. You hoisted yourself back on top of him, but this time above his crotch, facing the direction of his chocolate curls and hazy eyes.

"Can I?" you asked, and when he nodded, you guided his dick inside of you and let gravity pull you down until he was fully sheathed.

The most heavenly of moans erupted from his mouth, and you felt your confidence grow at such a reaction. It was all the motivation you needed to begin moving sensually— in circles at first, but then bouncing up and down. His hips started moving against yours, bucking up and adding to the friction as you gave into the feeling. This man, Mattheo Riddle, was a work of art. Everything from the scar on his nose to the curve of his lips to the toning of his abs had you quivering, internally begging for more. You wanted to experience everything that he had to offer.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, "'M not gonna last long."

"Come for me, Teo," you smiled at him, an oddly non-sexual expression for such an erotic moment.

Mattheo planted his hands on your hips, stilling you as he took over completely and fucked up into you at a relentless pace. You felt full, complete, and let him use you until his seed was spilling inside you and painting your walls. He collapsed below you with heavy pants, drawing you to lay down on his chest with his dick still inside you.

"We should do this more," he mumbled.

***

It was obvious to everybody what the two of you had been doing when you returned to the dorm: as if the time you had been gone wasn't big enough of a clue, the ruffled hair and rosy cheeks sealed the deal.

"I can't believe you just did that," Pansy laughed as you sheepishly walked over to her.

"Shut up," you mumbled.

She shrugged, "I get it. Riddle's fit."

You hummed, sneaking a glance over to him to see that he was already staring at you.

"How was it?" Pansy's question made you tear your gaze from him.

You hesitated in replying, finding instead that the corner of your lips were being tugged on by an unknown force.

"Shit? That good?" her eyes widened, "Lucky you."

You watched as she stared longingly at Draco for a brief few seconds, but decided not to comment on it, as you hardly knew her.

"Well," she said eventually, raising her glass towards you, "Here's to a good year."

"To a good year," you smiled.

***

Settling into Hogwarts as a muggle was easier than you had anticipated: you had a lot of work to catch up on, but your enthusiasm for being involved in the magic world had made it easy to complete. While many students were sceptical of your presence, having the protection of the ever-feared Slytherin boys served a great purpose of preventing bullying. Initially, your sister had pulled you aside and asked if they were being nice to you, as she had been worried about you being placed in such a house.

You had reassured her that they had been nothing but lovely to you, but refrained from telling her that you had hooked up with Mattheo after she told you in no uncertain terms not to fuck with him. He was the Dark Lord's son, after all, and also a complete fuckboy.

Little did she know it was too late.

Especially when at the first proper party of the year, a few weeks in, he was pulling you towards a broom closet after a few drinks. And, ever since then, he was regularly pulling you to private spaces both during the school day and at night. The man's sex drive was relentless, and apparently you had been dubbed as his booty call. Not that you were complaining: the sex was good— really good— and you didn't mind a friends with benefits situation.

"One of these days we're gonna get caught," you muttered, after finishing up in the abandoned girls' toilets.

"Worth the risk," he smirked, buckling his belt.

You rolled your eyes, "My pussy that good, huh?"

"You know it, baby," he chuckled.

And that was the thing— he called you baby all the time. You never held hands, never hugged, never cuddled, never went on dates, but he always felt the need to use a pet name. So far, you hadn't heard him anyone else it, although he did make an extra effort to sprinkle it in more when you were around other people. It felt like a mark of possession.

As the two of you left the toilets and began making your way to lunch, the conversation settled into bickering over whether or not Mattheo should do the ancient runes homework. Obviously, you were saying that he should, while he was adamantly refusing.

"Stop nagging me, woman," he said playfully, opening the Great Hall door for you.

"I'm just saying, you should care about your education more. What are you gonna do after Hogwarts?"

He shrugged, "I inherited a lot of money from my mother."

"Still, you'll get bored if you do nothing."

"Nah, more time to party."

"That's not sustainable. You need to do things that are good for you as well."

He chuckled, the pair of you nearing the Slytherin table, "Like what? Have kids?"

"That's an option," you sighed, "But don't if you don't want them."

"All I'm hearing is that I need to take your contraception away from you."

You stilled in your movements, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights.

"What? You're the one saying I need to plan for the future. Give myself something to do."

"You are completely misinterpreting what I'm saying!" you all but snapped, "I'm saying find a career that interests you."

"You said having kids was one of the options."

"Yes, but not right now. After Hogwarts."

"Well, if I get you pregnant now, you'll give birth just after graduating. That's after Hogwarts."

"You're unbelievable. That's so irresponsible."

Mattheo smirked at you.

"Guys? Are you gonna sit down or what?" Lorenzo's voice rang out from the table, putting an end to your debate.

You both sat down and began dishing food on to your plates.

"What were you arguing about?" Millicent asked.

"We weren't arguing," you and Mattheo replied in sync.

"Right," Millicent narrowed her eyes at you, "It seemed like a pretty heated conversation."

The thing was, you weren't sure if the rest of the group knew that you and Mattheo regularly hooked up— they likely had their suspicions, as they weren't idiots, but it was never actually talked about.

"Y/N, can I talk to you?" you heard your sister say from behind you, making you jump.

"Sure," you murmured, standing up, "Just don't scare me like that."

"Sorry."

"I'll be back in a sec," you said to your friends, following Adeola to the edge of the hall.

She seemed to mull over her words for a few seconds, before finally speaking, "What's going on with you and Riddle?"

Your breath hitched, "Nothing, we're just friends."

"I swear you two are like always together."

"Okay? A girl and a guy can be really close friends."

"I know- I just," she chewed on her lip, "Be careful, okay? I don't want you getting hurt. You know who his dad is."

"He's not his father, Adeola," you said sternly, "I understand that in the past he may have said some things, but all of the Slytherins have been making an effort to change their ways since the war. Everybody's traumatised."

"I know— I just worry about you. You're my baby sister."

"I'm not a baby anymore," you squeezed her arm, "I can take care of myself."

She smiled softly, "I know. I just don't want to admit it."

"So, what's going on between you and Finnegan?"

You watched her face flush, "Nothing."

"Sure," you chuckled, "Sure."

"Shut up."

You shrugged, "Anyway, I'm famished, so if you don't mind..."

Saying your goodbyes, you returned to your friends and your delectable meal.

"What did she want?" Mattheo asked.

"Oh, nothing, just sister stuff."

He nodded, "Everything's okay right, baby?"

"Everything's fine, Teo."

"It better be," you heard him mutter.

***

It was a free period on a Wednesday for you, and you were sat on your bed perusing through a book in mild preparation for the herbology essay that you would soon have to write. However, in that moment, you were in no state for writing, and found yourself grateful for the fact that your dorm mates all either had lessons or were elsewhere. You needed the solitude.

The solitude that was interrupted when a knock sounded on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Mattheo," came the reply.

With a sigh, you said, "Come in."

As he opened the door, his familiar smirk rested on his face as he said, "I was hoping you'd be in here alone."

"Why?" you quirked an eyebrow at him, but you knew why.

He lay down on your bed, on his stomach, looking up at you with a teasing look in his eyes. One of his hands moved to creep along your thigh from above the duvet, but you shook your head.

"Not today, Teo."

The boy pouted, "Don't tell me you've found someone else."

You scoffed, "No."

"Then why not?"

You gestured to the hot water bottle sat on your stomach, "I'm on my period."

"Oh," he stopped in his tracks, clearly unsure of how to continue the interaction, "You have cramps?"

With a nod, you shifted in your spot, closing your book and placing it on your bedside table. "Very bad ones."

"Do you need anything?"

"Not really. I've got my hot water bottle and Madam Pomfrey gave me a painkilling potion."

"You hungry?"

You shook your head.

"Thirsty?"

"No— well..."

"What do you want to drink?" he asked quickly.

"Teo, you don't have to take care of me."

"I know that," he frowned, "But what do you want to drink?"

You couldn't help the smile that tugged on your lips, "A cup of tea would be nice."

"I'll be right back."

He shot out the door like a man on a mission, and you found the strangest sensation of butterflies swarming in your stomach at the implication. True to his word, he returned within ten minutes, out of breath and holding a steaming mug.

"Here you go, baby," he murmured, handing it over and sitting next to you on the bed.

"Thank you," you smiled, taking the smallest of sips to check the temperature. It was too hot at that moment, so you placed it next to your book and turned to look at Mattheo, who was staring right at you.

"You're so pretty."

"Are you still trying it on with me? Tea won't make my period finish faster-"

"I just think you're pretty, baby."

And then, you felt shy, and you rarely felt shy. Still, you mumbled a, "Thank you."

"Do you want to cuddle? That helps, doesn't it?"

"I mean, I wouldn't know, I've never-"

"Worth a shot, then?"

"I guess."

He snaked an arm around you and pulled you into his chest, making your heart somersault. Admittedly, his familiar scent was soothing, and you relished in the comfort of his arms. He had never embraced you in such a pure-intentioned manner: it was new, but it felt right.

"I know a way we could stop your periods for nine months."

You lightly smacked his chest, "Not the baby shit again."

***

Snow had blessed Scotland in its tantalisingly glittery glow, and Hogwarts and Hogsmeade were coated in it. You were beyond excited to experience the magical village in its most beautiful state, as Adeola had explained it to you in such a picturesque manner you had become deeply envious. She hadn't been exaggerating: that was for sure.

"Pansy and Draco are getting awfully close," Mattheo leaned down to whisper in your ear, all of the Slytherin group walking in pairs. You two were taking up the back.

You flicked your gaze from the cute village to your friends, whose hands kept brushing against each other as they walked.

"'Bout time," you remarked, before saying, "Hogsmeade is even better in snow."

"Best time of year to be here," he agreed, his cheeks flushed thanks to the cold.

"I want a hot chocolate."

"Not a butterbeer?"

You shook your head, "Hot chocolate."

The man chuckled, "Okay, whatever you want, baby."

You beamed at him.

"You two are so in love it makes me sick," Lorenzo said from in front of you, where he was walking alongside Theo.

Before you could deny his statement, he had turned back around and continued with another conversation, rendering you speechless and unable to look at Mattheo.

"C'mon, let's get hot chocolates," he said, smoothly redirecting your thoughts.

"What about the others?"

"They're in their own worlds," he shrugged, "Promise they won't miss us."

"Okay," you smiled shyly.

***

You couldn't help but laugh at the cute café that Mattheo took you to, tucked in between buildings and hidden away. It was something you had to already know was there in order to not miss.

"Bet you take all the girls here," you remarked.

"No. Just you."

That made Lorenzo's comment flash back in your memory, and butterflies swarmed your stomach in a refreshing storm.

"Mattheo! Good to see you again," the motherly woman behind the counter beamed, "And you have company! You must be his girlfriend."

"Hello, Mrs Sandalwood," Mattheo smiled, "How have you been?"

She chuckled, "Well enough, I suppose. Disappointed to not have seen you for so long— not permanently switched to the butterbeers, I hope?"

"No, not permanently," he nudged you forward with a hand on your back, "This is Y/N."

Mrs Sandalwood greeted you warmly, before asking, "So, what will it be?"

"Two hot chocolates, please," Mattheo ordered.

"With cream and marshmallows?"

"Yes plea-"

"No marshmallows in mine, please."

Mattheo turned to you in shock, "You don't like marshmallows?"

You shook your head.

"Unbelievable."

With a giggle, you followed him as he went over to a cosy table in the corner. It was a matter of moments until he was going back to the counter to collect the drinks.

"She's a pretty one, well done," Mrs Sandalwood winked at the boy discreetly.

"Yeah, she is," he said softly, staring over at you.

***

When the two of you rejoined the rest of the group for the carriage ride back, you were met with the sight of raised eyebrows and crossed arms.

"So, where did you run off to?" Pansy was the first to speak up.

"Don't worry about it, Parky," Mattheo smirked, dropping his arm around your shoulder.

You caught Lorenzo rolling his eyes.

"Let's get back, shall we, baby?" Mattheo murmured to you, his nose brushing against your cheek.

***

When the word got around to you that a certain somebody had got into a fight and was currently sat in detention, you felt anger brewing inside you. Mattheo had always been hot-headed, you knew that, but he rarely got into fights. Pansy had told you that it was a change that had occurred since you came along, but you didn't believe her. He had probably just grown up.

Now you believed otherwise.

"Mattheo Riddle," you fumed, entering the detention classroom that he was currently sat alone in. It was the potions room, where he had been tasked to organise all the ingredients without the help of magic.

His eyes brightened when he saw you. "Baby! What are you doing here?"

You crossed your arms, furrowing your brows, "Trying to figure out what could have possibly been the cause of your fight."

That was when his demeanour darkened, and his jaw clenched. "He talked shit about you."

You felt your anger dissipate, "What? What did he say?"

"Just some shit about you being a dirty muggle and not belonging here."

"And you... defended me?"

"Of course, I did— I love-"

You watched in shock as he cut himself off, but it was too late. "Teo," you murmured gently, moving closer to him.

"You don't have to say it. I know that's not what we are— just forget about it."

"I can't do that," you touched a hand to his cheek. It had taken him (almost) saying those words to have the realisation crash all over you. "I love you too."

"You do?"

You nodded, moments before his lips slammed on to yours and his hands tangled themselves in your hair. Returning the kiss with equal fervour, you wrapped your arms around his neck and let him push you back up against the wall. When you felt something hard press against your leg, you broke the kiss.

"The professor could come back at any minute," you said breathlessly.

Mattheo moved to kiss and suck on your neck, relishing in your sweet taste. "Don't care. Need to fuck my girlfriend."

"But—" your rebuttal was cut short by him finding the sweet spot by your collarbone, and you gasped, letting your hesitance wash away. You didn't even notice his hand creeping under your skirt and pushing your panties to the side, but you definitely noticed his fingers brushing over your sopping cunt.

"So wet for me."

A moan escaped your mouth as he began rubbing soft circles. For once, though, you wanted to get straight to the point, as Mattheo had just officially declared you as his girlfriend, and you needed to be one with him right then.

"Put your fucking dick in me, Mattheo," you borderline snapped, making him freeze.

"Are you sure you don't want me to...?"

"I need you to be in me. I need to be one with you."

He remained frozen for a few seconds, but soon came to his senses and began hurriedly unbuckling his belt. When his hands found your thighs and lifted you up against the wall, you had a matter of a few seconds to prepare for him forcing himself all the way into you.

"Salazar, you feel fucking amazing," he groaned, staying still for a brief moment. You urged him to move by rolling your hips, and such friction triggered him into action. His pace was relentless: a storm of passion and love that cascaded through his veins and transmitted into you.

"Fuck," you moaned, "I think I might actually come like this."

"Yeah?" he groaned, his mouth settled in your neck, "Who makes you feel this good?"

You gasped as he thrust upwards sharply, breaking his previously steady rhythm, "You, Teo."

He hummed, "Gonna come."

"Come with me," you whispered, digging your nails into his clothed back.

And he did— the rainfall began, giving way to the bright blue sky above, and the peace that the new weather had to bring.

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call it what you want | draco malfoy x reader

song; call it what you want [taylor swift] pairing; draco malfoy x fem!muggle!reader genre; fluff, angst, forbidden love, s2l word count; 4,3k timeline; post-second wizarding war warnings; draco’s daddy issues, low-key y/n’s daddy issues, references to the second wizarding war (and draco’s part in it), discrimination (of muggleborns) summary; his entire life, draco had it drilled into him that anything to do with muggles was bad- impure, even. but after his father is imprisoned for life, he decides to venture into the muggle world- just as a temporary thing, of course

suggested by @tendous-pretty-hair !!

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“my baby’s fly like a jet stream, high above the whole scene, loves me like i’m brand new.”

also i have fucking eras tour tickets!!!

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Draco had found himself at an emotional stand-still ever since the Second Wizarding War - more specifically the events of the Battle of Hogwarts. After he had regrettably joined Voldemort’s side in the mass fallout, only for him to lose anyway. He wasn’t sentenced to any time in Azkaban, since it was deemed that he had been coerced into the situation, as backed up by his mother, who had been pardoned due to saving Harry Potter’s life in the final moments. His father, however, would never feel the light of happiness again, caged away in the breeding ground of fear.

It wasn’t that Draco missed Lucius all that much, in fact, quite the opposite. The time away from him had allowed him and Narcissa to grow closer, and also given him the opportunity to properly question and break down the beliefs that had been hammered into his head since infancy.

Eventually, he decided to step foot into unknown territory: muggle London. He had only ever been to the magic side of it before, but he had come to the realisation that living such a sheltered life was the reason he wound up another of Voldemort’s slaves. That lifestyle would be no more.

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london boy | fred weasley x reader

song; london boy [taylor swift] pairing; fred weasley x fem!american!thunderbird!reader genre; s2l, fluff word count; 3,1k timeline; post-second wizarding war au (fred lives) warnings; swearing, alcohol consumption summary; after taking the plunge and moving across the world, you are unsure of how to form a new social circle and support system. it appears there was no need to worry, as you soon meet a charming man who runs a joke shop with his twin brother

a/n; this was actually suggested by an anon! sorry it took a couple months to write

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“babe, don’t threaten me with a good time.”

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The Second Wizarding War, while primarily occurring in battles throughout the United Kingdom, was something that had put the global wizarding world at stake. The United States were no exception, and as a recent graduate of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you decided to wander across the pond to the country where the liberty of witches and wizards was saved. That, and you had no other plans for the course of your life.

You worked for the first year after your graduation in order to save up money for the move, but you were pleased to say you had finally stepped foot in England: specifically, Diagon Alley.

It was where you had managed to rent a small flat from, as arranged thanks to your mother having connections in the area as a result of her travels back in the day. You were beyond excited to meet new people and settle into a new life.

But you did need a job.

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my favs of 2022

top 100 songs (in no particular order);

1. Arlo Parks ~ Sophie

2. Arlo Parks ~ Second Guessing

3. easy life ~ nice guys

4. easy life ~ frank

5. Carrie Underwood ~ Before He Cheats

6. aespa ~ Black Mamba

7. (G)I-DLE ~ TOMBOY

8. Rizzle Kicks ~ That’s Classic

9. Harry Styles ~ She

10. chloe moriondo ~ Dizzy (feat. Thomas Headon and Alfie Templeman)

11. Wretch 32 ~ Unorthodox (feat. Example)

12. Taylor Swift ~ Don’t Blame Me

13. Taylor Swift ~ Paper Rings

14. Melanie Martinez ~ Mad Hatter

15. easy life ~ BEESWAX

16. Lana Del Rey ~ Brooklyn Baby

17. SKYLAR ~ Hair Tie

18. hemlocke springs ~ girlfriend

19. chloe moriondo ~ Fruity

20. chloe moriondo ~ Cdbaby<3

21. SUNMI ~ Black Pearl

22. easy life ~ MEMORY LOSS

23. IVE ~ After LIKE

24. BTS ~ Run BTS

25. j-hope ~ MORE

26. Rihanna ~ Don’t Stop The Music

27. Hoku ~ Perfect Day (Chris Lorde Alge Mix)

28. Billie Eilish ~ TV

29. Taylor Swift ~ no body, no crime (feat. HAIM)

30. Taylor Swift ~ cardigan

31. Wallows ~ Guitar Romantic Search Adventure

32. Fujii Kaze ~ 死ぬのがいいわ

33. Arctic Monkeys ~ Snap Out Of It

34. Morcheeba ~ Blood Like Lemonade

35. Block B ~ Nililli Mambo

36. LE SSERAFIM ~ Impurities

37. LE SSERAFIM ~ ANTIFRAGILE

38. NewJeans ~ Ditto

39. Major Lazer, MØ, DJ Snake ~ Lean On

40. MARINA ~ Are You Satisfied?

41. LEE CHAE YEON ~ HUSH RUSH

42. Yein ~ Plus n Minus

43. YENA ~ SMILEY(Feat. BIBI)

44. NewJeans ~ Hype Boy

45. NewJeans ~ Attention

46. Ariana Grande ~ break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored

47. The Brian Jonestown Massacre ~ Anemone

48. Mazzy Star ~ Fade Into You

49. dodie ~ Hot Mess

50. Taylor Swift ~ illicit affairs

51. Taylor Swift ~ Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve

52. Taylor Swift ~ The Great War

53. Lady Gaga ~ Government Hooker

54. Lady Gaga ~ Judas

55. Michael Jackson ~ Beat It

56. Lady Gaga ~ Replay

57. j-hope ~ Arson

58. BLACKPINK ~ Yeah Yeah Yeah

59. IVE ~ LOVE DIVE

60. (G)I-DLE ~ Nxde

61. Taylor Swift ~ Afterglow

62. easy life ~ CALLING IN SICK

63. SEULGI ~ Anywhere But Home

64. TLC ~ No Scrubs

65. Britney Spears ~ If U Seek Amy

66. Beach Bunny ~ Love Song

67. Beach Bunny ~ Scream

68. TWICE ~ MOONLIGHT

69. STAYC ~ BEAUTIFUL MONSTER

70. BTS ~ ON

71. LISA ~ LALISA

72. Harry Styles ~ Music For A Sushi Restaurant

73. Tears For Fears ~ Everybody Wants To Rule The World

74. Mother Mother ~ Hayloft II

75. Stray Kids ~ Charmer

76. Billie Eilish ~ I Didn’t Change My Number

77. The Killers ~ The Man

78. Cypress Hill ~ Insane in the Brain

79. Lana Del Rey ~ Doin Time

80. CHUNG HA ~ BICYCLE

81. TWICE ~ Perfect World

82. Stray Kids ~ Thunderous

83. Joesef ~ Thinking of You

84. Declan McKenna ~ The Key to Life on Earth

85. easy life ~ earth

86. Arlo Parks ~ George

87. Arlo Parks ~ Super Sad Generation

88. LE SSERAFIM ~ Sour Grapes

89. Gorillaz ~ November Has Come

90. RAYE, 070 Shake ~ Escapism. - Sped Up

91. girl in red ~ October Passed Me By

92. Natasha Bedingfield ~ Pocketful of Sunshine

93. Britney Spears ~ Oops!…I Did It Again

94. ITZY ~ SURF

95. Dreamcatcher ~ Cherry (Real Miracle) (JI U SOLO)

96. Taylor Swift ~ Style

97. Wolf Alice ~ Don’t Delete The Kisses

98. IU ~ LILAC

99. beabadoobee ~ Cologne

100. Beach Weather ~ Sex, Drugs, Etc.

top 10 albums (in no particular order);

1. easy life ~ MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE…

2. Beach Bunny ~ Emotional Creature

3. Arlo Parks ~ Collapsed In Sunbeams

4. chloe moriondo ~ SUCKERPUNCH

5. Taylor Swift ~ Midnights (3am Edition)

6. Taylor Swift ~ Lover

7. Taylor Swift ~ reputation

8. BLACKPINK ~ BORN PINK

9. Wallows ~ Tell Me That It’s Over

10. Melanie Martinez ~ Cry Baby

top 10 EPs (in no particular order);

1. NewJeans ~ NewJeans 1st EP ‘New Jeans’

2. LE SSERAFIM ~ ANTIFRAGILE

3. LE SSERAFIM ~ FEARLESS

4. dodie ~ Hot Mess

5. (G)I-DLE ~ I NEVER DIE

6. ITZY ~ CRAZY IN LOVE

7. Matilda Mann ~ Sonder

8. Matilda Mann ~ If That Makes Sense

9. Matilda Mann ~ Because I Wanted You to Know

10. chloe moriondo ~ puppy luv

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new year’s day | remus lupin x reader

song; new year’s day [taylor swift] pairing; remus lupin x fem!muggle!reader genre; s2l, angst with a happy ending, fluff word count; 4,5k timeline; the marauders’ early 20s warnings; swearing, referenced verbal/emotional abuse (of y/n), injuries (involving blood), not canon compliant summary; after a troubling christmas with your not-so-nice family, you hurriedly make your leave on boxing day without checking the weather. and, after a whirlwind series of events, you find yourself snowed in with a mysterious stranger

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“i can tell that it’s gonna be a long road.”

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It was times like this that you couldn’t scrape the feeling that the universe had something against you living a peaceful life: a road getting increasingly covered in snow and ice had been known to be fatal in the past. It didn’t help that your home was still another two-hour drive away - and that was in safe driving conditions. You were already well under the speed limit due to the decrease in visibility.

But you couldn’t turn back.

You should have trusted your gut when it told you that spending Christmas with your family would be a bad idea when they hated you so much. The reason they hated you was stupid too: who knew it was a crime to stand up for yourself in the face of years of childhood abuse? Really, why the ever-loving fuck had you decided to go home for Christmas?

Loneliness. The feeling that stung you. Ever since fleeing your childhood home to move across the country, you hadn’t made even a single friend. It had been three and a half years and you still hadn’t created a social circle or found a support system: that was why you had resorted to accepting your parents’ annual Christmas invitation for the first time since moving out. You don’t know why they continued to invite you, but you doubted you would ever receive another invitation again after the shitshow of yesterday.

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gorgeous | fleur delacour x reader

song; gorgeous [taylor swift] pairing; fleur delacour x gender neutral!french-speaking!reader genre; s2l, light angst, fluff word count; 1,3k timeline; goblet of fire warnings; swearing, (underage) alcohol consumption summary; you, like everyone else, were drawn to the part-veela fleur delacour when beauxbatons visited, only she thought that you hated her because you made it your mission to avoid her

a/n; i have no idea if fleur fanfiction is popular but she seemed like the only correct choice for this song!

a/n 2; also i think my favourite explanation for fleur’s grandmother being full veela despite veela only being women (which opens the question of how do they reproduce), is that half of veela are transwomen, allowing for reproduction in a way that jk rowling would despise :)

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“you are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad.”

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Beauxbatons: the French school for witchcraft and wizardry, full of angelic students dressed in white and baby blue. At least, that was the impression you got when they first arrived at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament.

Of course, one stood out more than the others - and that was before she was picked as Beauxbatons’ representative in the competition. The part-veela Miss Fleur Delacour was a sight for sore eyes: her beauty was radiant in a way that no human could achieve, but you could live without that level of beauty as long as you could admire hers.

Her friendship group had taken to yours in the first weeks of the year, and you wish you could say that you hadn’t given Fleur a bad impression. Except, you had, as all you did was avoid her: avoid her gaze, avoid her conversation starters, avoid her presence. Silence was your primary virtue as of late, and your friends were becoming both concerned and pissed with you.

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afterglow | oliver wood x reader

song; afterglow [taylor swift] pairing; oliver wood x fem!ravenclaw!reader genre; fluff, angst, hurt comfort, ex2l word count; 1,8k timeline; prisoner of azkaban warnings; swearing, usual post-break up angst summary; during your relationship with oliver, your friend groups fused to form one - so, when you broke up over a deemed “petty reason” and refused to go anywhere near each other, your friends decided to do something to fix the “split custody” situation they had found themselves in

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“fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves.”

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“We’re children of divorce.”

“Tell me about it,” Faye sighed, sinking down in her seat next to Percy in the library.

“We have to do something about it,” Jideofor said from his position on the floor, “It’s not like they broke up because one of them cheated or - I don’t know - abused the other?”

“Literally,” Faye replied, “It was the pettiest fucking reason.”

Penelope, sat in an armchair, looked up from her book, “They’re obviously still in love with each other, too.”

“What was the reason?” Percy asked, “Nobody ever told me.”

“They both forgot their anniversary,” Jideofor sighed, “Like, they got mad at the other for forgetting when they literally forgot themselves.”

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delicate | theodore nott x reader

song; delicate [taylor swift] pairing; theodore nott x fem!half-blood!ravenclaw!reader genre; s2l, angst, hurt comfort, fluff word count; 6k timeline; summer holidays between order of the phoenix and half-blood prince warnings; swearing, anxiety, social anxiety, implied selective mutism, panic attacks, implied traumatic childhood (of y/n), explicit traumatic background (of theo), mention of abusive parents (physical/unforgivable curse), (underage) alcohol consumption, mention of trauma-related nightmares (nothing graphic) summary; when your childhood friend daphne decides to drag you out to her family’s californian beach house with her slytherin friends during the summer holidays, you are reluctant to come out of your carefully crafted shell. and then, out of nowhere, you find yourself relating to the quietest boy on the trip

i write theo based off @everlovingdeer ‘s interpretation of his character!

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“is it chill that you’re in my head? ‘cause i know that it’s delicate.”

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“You know what I think we all need after getting through our OWLs?” Daphne questioned loudly, sitting down among her friends in the Slytherin common room.

“What?” Mattheo asked, after seeing that no one else was going to say anything.

“Some rest and relaxation,” she continued, “Perhaps on the sunny beaches of California?”

Draco looked at Daphne curiously, “You want us to go to California?”

She nodded, “My family has a beach house out there.”

“It doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” Blaise added, “Who are you inviting?”

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dress | ron weasley x reader

song; dress [taylor swift] pairing; ron weasley x fem!reader genre; bff2l, mild angst, light fluff, hurt comfort(ish) word count; 2,3k timeline; goblet of fire warnings; insecurities summary; why couldn’t your best friend of over three years realise that you saw him as so much more than that? maybe he just needed a glaring sign, and there was no better opportunity for that than the yule ball

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“i don’t want you like a best friend.”

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Yes, you had been asked to the Yule Ball by a few guys, even from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang - but you had turned all of them down. Some would call you insane if they found out who you really wanted to take you, but you didn’t care.

Ron was caring and funny, and your best friend - well, one of them. Hermione and Harry were obviously also your best friends, but you couldn’t deny that Ron may be your favourite. You had known him before you even started Hogwarts, as your dad worked with his dad in the Ministry, and you had met Ron at work gatherings where families were invited. You didn’t become close with him until first year, though.

It must have been second year when you developed feelings for him, but you couldn’t pinpoint an exact moment.

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god i love mattheo

Foes to Fond (M.r. x reader)

Pairing- Mattheo x Femreader

Summary- The reader and Mattheo get into a very nasty fight, which seems to lead to a little confession from Mattheo’s side. | Fluff

Requested by- @hornysimpbitch

A/n- I am so sorry lovely for delaying your request but here it is! I hope you like it!

Warnings- Cursing,, making out and that’s all

Meanings- Y/n/n= your nickname

Words- 3,152 words

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The quill scratched the paper as you scribbled down something yet again. For the fifteenth time, you ripped the parchment apart and chucked it towards the dustbin with a frown on your face.

"Fuck, I can’t even understand this shit at all," you muttered under your breath after you closed your book and placed the quill on the table, frustrated and removing your reading glasses.

You have by now tried to understand transfiguration but have failed miserably multiple times. You have by now given up on ever learning the art of transfiguration because you simply couldn’t understand its use and the pronunciation of these spells.

The transfiguration test was tomorrow, and here you were in the library at 12 in the night trying to figure out the topics that were coming for the test, and you simply couldn’t understand anything at all. Your reading glasses were set aside, and you tried closing your eyes and breathing slowly, but that didn’t work either.

And now, there were piles upon piles of books kept on your table with crumpled paper all over the place. You were exhausted and tired of trying to learn this subject. At this point of time, you didn’t care if you learnt anything or not, you needed sleep. Your eyes were already tired and were closing with every second that passed.

So you stood up and walked out of the library without making a sound, muttered the Gryffindor Tower password, entered your dormitory, flopped onto your bed, and passed out.

"Y/n/n, wake up! You’re late! " "What happened?" you asked, which made you stand up and rub your eyes, "What happened?" you asked, to which Hermione sighed, "You’re late Y/n. "Get ready as quickly as you can, or else you’ll miss breakfast," she said, and left the dormitory for you to get ready.

You washed your face and stared into the mirror. Dark circles were visible under your eyes and your face looked tired. You sighed and put on face wash and quickly brushed your teeth. You grabbed your uniform and wore it and rushed to the Great Hall for breakfast.

"You should’ve woken me up a bit earlier, mione," you said as you stuffed some eggs and toast in your mouth, "Looks like someone woke up late," Harry teased as he smiled at you and you glared at him. "Not funny," you managed to speak with the food that was in your mouth.

"It wasn't my fault, Y/n; I tried several times to wake you up but you were sound asleep," Hermione explained, "Why were you awake so late anyway?""I was studying for transfiguration," you explained while sipping some orange juice.

"Good afternoon, students!" Professor McGonagall greeted everyone as she entered the classroom. "Today, as I had discussed earlier with all of you, will be your test on the topics we have learned so far. This is a theoretical test, so please be seated with your ink and quills ready," she said as she started distributing the test question papers to all the students.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before you looked at the question paper. The questions that were asked in it were nothing you had studied yesterday, or even if you did, you forgot. With whatever you could recollect, you wrote the answers, submitted them to the professor, and left the class waiting for your friends to come out.

"How did you do your test?" "Don’t ask, I would’ve miserably failed," you said as you looked at him with sad eyes, Harry smiled at you and said, "Don’t worry, this is just a test," and patted your back to make you feel a bit better, at which you smiled at him.

"Oh, look at these love birds! Aren’t they adorable!" A voice spoke right behind you, and you knew exactly who this was, "What the fuck is wrong with you, Riddle?" you sneered as you turned around to face Mattheo Riddle.

"Oh, nothing’s wrong with me Y/l/n, I am absolutely fine," he said as he smirked and glared at you. "Leave Riddle, you don’t want to start a fight here which you’ll obviously lose," Ron said as he came out of the classroom and stood beside Harry.

"Try me, Weasley, we’ll see who wins." Mattheo said as he slowly approached the three of you when Hermione came out and yelled, "Stop! We don’t want to get detention now, do we? "she looked at you three.

"Let’s go," you said, as you took Ron’s and Harry’s arms and walked away before turning around to glare at Mattheo one more time and leaving with Hermione.

"What’s wrong with riddle man? "He's always here to ruin the mood," Harry said as you went to your next class, and you chuckled and replied, "It’s fine, Harold," at which all four of you laughed.

"Ms. Y/l/n, would you mind staying back after class, I have to discuss something important." Professor McGonagall called out to you the next day in transfiguration class. You had gotten your results, and let’s just say they weren’t good at all. Your mood had dropped so low that during the whole class you silently looked at your textbook with no expression on your face.

"Psst, what happened?" After a while of looking at you, Ron whispered, "Not now, later." You replied, and once again stared at the textbook in front of you. Ron sighed and averted his gaze from the professor, concentrating on what she was teaching.

"Ms. Y/l/n, I presume that you do know that what you have done on this test isn’t acceptable at all." McGonagall said in a concerned tone, "Yes, ma'am," you replied, but your gaze was drawn to a stack of parchment on the table.

"Dear, you have to take transfiguration seriously, I have seen your marks in other subjects and they are exceptionally good, I have found that you have only a problem with transfiguration. Could you tell me what problems are you facing in this subject? Where do you face difficulties?" All the professor asked you, and all you could do was sigh heavily and reply, "The problem I am facing in transfiguration is the subject in itself, I cannot understand the spells, the theory behind each spell, and everything about it."

She stood up and came towards you, keeping her hands on your shoulder, she said, "I believe you can improve and understand this subject. You can do this Y/n, just needs a little more effort, I have faith in you." There will be soon another test in transfiguration on the same topics and I expect you to get O’s on it." To which you nodded with a small smile on your face.

As you walked towards Gryffindor Tower, you had decided to start studying as soon as possible, but the problem was, you didn’t understand what the library books said, meaning you had to take help from someone, but the question was, who?

Hermione would have been more than glad to help you, but the problem was, she was herself so busy with her own assignments and subjects that she didn’t have much time left to even rest, forget about tutoring you.

You were left in thought. Who was good enough in transfiguration to tutor you? Who was good at transfiguration? No one from your house? What about other houses? Hufflepuff? Nope, Ravenclaw? Well, Luna could help, but she isn’t that good at transfiguration, Slytherin?

An image popped right up in your head as soon as you thought of the Slytherin house, Mattheo Riddle. He was great at transfiguration, even though you would hate to admit it. He was exceptionally good at it.

But would he want to tutor you? How could you ask him to tutor you? He would definitely think this is a joke, but it won’t hurt to try. You desperately needed help in transfiguration and the only person who is decent at it is Riddle. You had no other choice but to ask him.

And so, you stomped your way towards the Gryffindor Tower to find the common room empty. Of course, they had left for dinner and you had completely forgotten about it. You cursed under your breath and walked towards the Great Hall.

"Fancy seeing you here, Y/l/n," a voice called out behind you, and you knew exactly who it was. "Surprising seeing you here, Riddle, what are you doing near the Gryffindor Tower, may I ask?" you asked Mattheo, who stood right behind you while you turned around to face him. "I don't see a reason to tell you what I was doing here," Mattheo said while clicking his tongue, "Uh, well, I  might have a favor to ask you.." you said while not trying to make eye contact with him.

"A favor? "Totally not suspicious," he said, his brow furrowed, "I need help with... well, you see, I am not that good at transfiguration," he added, "horrible at transfiguration."You rolled your eyes and replied, "I'm not that bad at it, just need a little help,"

"And that’s your favor? "Yeah, I was hoping you could help," he said. "You don't have to help me if you don't want to," you said, fiddling with your hands.

"You think I would help you?" he asked, to which you rolled your eyes and replied, "You know what? Forget I ever asked for your help, "you said, and just as you turned around to leave, Mattheo called out, "What will I get in return?" to which you stopped, turned, and replied, "Anything you want!" "Anything?" he asked, smirking and coming closer towards you, "W-Well, anything as in, anything I could give you, like not as in anything I can give you, but like, maybe money or-"

"Meet me at the library at 5 tomorrow," he said, and walked right past you. As he walked towards the Great Hall, he turned around and said, "I don’t like to wait for people, so be on time." He left for the Great Hall and sat with his Slytherin friends while you just sighed and smiled.

"You’ve got to be kidding me. Riddle agreed to help you? "  Harry asked, "I couldn't believe it either," you said, staring at the glass in front of you. "You could've asked for my assistance, you know?" As you were shaken from your dream, Hermione said, "I know, but you already have a lot on your plate, I just didn’t want to disturb you," you said, and Hermione smiled at you.

"Sorry, got a bit late," you said as you set your books and reading glasses on the table where Mattheo sat, "I told you, I don’t like waiting for people. You know I was about to leave," Mattheo said, "I was just 2 minutes late," you said while huffing and sitting in front of him while he scoffed.

"So, let’s begin easily. First I am going to show you a few spells that you have to perform," he said while setting a goblet in front of you, "Isn’t that the goblet we got during breakfast?" you asked, "Don’t ask questions," he said as you chuckled.

Then for straight 3 hours, the both of you discussed and practised transfiguration, and by the end of the first session you couldn't even realise how fast time went by and whatever Mattheo taught you understood every bit of it.

"Tomorrow, same time?" You nodded and smiled, "Thank you so much, riddle," to which Mattheo said, "Don’t mention it, and also, call me Mattheo, Riddle sounds odd," and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "Oh really?" "Well, I could change my mind, actually call me." "Fine, Mattheo, bye," you said as you stood up and left for your dorm, leaving Mattheo in his chair, staring at your figure as it faded into the corridor.

You'd been studying together for a while now, and you'd gotten pretty good at transfiguration yourself. You had by now known the pronunciation of the spells, the theory of each and every spell, and could now transfigure objects.

When the test came in transfiguration, you had gotten full marks, McGonagall was very proud and happy for you and was congratulating you for your hard work, but truly you had to thank Mattheo because without him this wouldn’t have happened at all.

You said, "Thank you so much Mattheo for your tutoring. It really helped me a lot." You went to Mattheo after class to thank him, "Well Y/n, it’s not me who should be thanked, it’s you, I just taught you a few concepts. You were the one who worked hard and understood it by yourself." He said, "Really good job Y/n, congrats on your full marks." "Thanks" you said.

And after that, you had not spoken to him since. You just didn’t know what to talk about. Your favour was for him to tutor you, and that’s all. It didn’t

Did it mean that you had become friends with him, or was it? You were utterly confused and started thinking about whether to talk to him or not, but decided not to, as if he didn’t want to be your friend and that he just tutored you and didn’t want this relationship to move any further, you would be left embarrassed.

But Mattheo wanted you to be his friend; he was madly in love with you, and he had never seen you like he did during your tutoring sessions.The way your hair curled on your forehead, the way your eyes looked while wearing your reading glasses, made you look extra hot.

He tried to shake the fact that he liked you. He thought maybe it was because he spent time with you, but after the tutoring sessions he still couldn’t forget your face. He couldn’t forget the smell of your vanilla perfume. He couldn’t forget your plum flavoured lip balm that you wore.

"She’s been ignoring me, mate," Mattheo said to Blaise, who knew he was in love with you, "Maybe she is contemplating the fact that you want to be her friend." "No, I don’t think so. Maybe I am the problem. Maybe she doesn’t like me after all," Mattheo said as he pulled his hair in frustration.

"Why don’t you ask her why she’s been ignoring you? "Try talking things out, mate," Blaise suggested, to which Mattheo replied, "Not in a million years," and exited the common room as Blaise sighed.

You were talking with the trio and laughing at the hilarious prank Fred and George pulled on a professor. While you were having fun with your friends, Mattheo, who had left his common room and came out to get some fresh air, ran into you guys. He looked at how happy you were without him, which made his blood boil.

He glared at you and stomped away towards the opposite direction of where you were. You had noticed him coming and you were completely confused as to why he was acting so weirdly. You decided to follow him and ask him what was wrong, while you excused yourself from the trio.

"Hey! Hey, Mattheo! Wait! " You called out and ran towards him. Mattheo stopped in his tracks and turned to face you. He was visibly pissed and was completely red with anger.

You stopped a few metres from him and asked, "What’s wrong?" "What’s wrong? "What do you mean?" he asked as he kept his hands on the railing, "I asked what happened? You are obviously pissed at something or someone, so I am asking, "What’s wrong?" As you stepped a bit closer to him, "Nothing is wrong Y/l/n, I am absolutely fine," he said as he turned to face the window in front of him.

"Oh, last name base are we?" You asked as you kept your hands on the railing right beside his, "It’s nothing, none of your concern, Y/n," he said as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "You know what? "Call me when you’re ready to tell me what’s wrong, because clearly you aren’t in the mood to talk," you said as you slowly left the railing and retreated your steps.

"Wow, now you get to play the victim," he says as he turns to face you, "What do you mean by the victim? I have no clue what you are angry about and now you get to blame me for this?" you said angrily. "That wasn’t what I meant." "Thank you very much, Mattheo. You know what?" "This is what I deserve after just wanting to know what was wrong with a friend," you said, as you turned to walk away from him.

"Wait!" "I-I, well, I was pissed," he said, scratching his neck. "Tell me something I don't know," you said. "Why have you been ignoring me?" he asked, letting go of the railing and facing you, "What?" you asked.

"Y/n, you have been ignoring me since the day of the transfiguration test, I don’t know why or what I did that made you ignore me, but it has been eating me up inside," he said "I didn’t ignore you, Mattheo. I thought you didn’t want to continue this friendship," you said.

Mattheo scoffed at this and replied, "Friend? Hell Y/n, I want to be more than friends with you. Don’t you understand by the way I acted in front of you? Obviously, I am hopelessly in love with you and I have no clue how to stay with this fact. You are always on my mind and I can’t seem to get enough of you, I fucking love you!"

And after this confession of his, you were left bewildered. You were left rooted to the ground and frozen. Before you could even reply, you felt two hands grab you and pull you close, and Mattheo’s lips crashed into yours. You could smell his cologne, and then his tongue was in your mouth. It fought to overpower yours. It was as though your tongues were two swords, swiftly battling and moving in sync.

Your vanilla perfume filled Mattheo’s nostrils and he felt like savouring every bit of it. The taste of your plum lip balm, he so badly wanted to taste it from your lips. He wanted to go deeper and deeper into the kiss. His hand was rested on your hips and he was pulling you closer and closer. His mouth wanted more, but until he got it all, you pulled away to catch your breath.

"Uh, so that’s a yes?" he asked, to which you rolled your eyes, "No, I was just practicing," you said, and pulled him in for another round.

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this is why we can’t have nice things | pansy parkinson x reader

song; this is why we can’t have nice things [taylor swift] pairing; pansy parkinson x gender neutral!reader genre; angst, established relationship, break-up word count; 1,8k timeline; half-blood prince warnings; swearing, mentions of cheating, public humiliation (not of y/n), mild verbal conflict summary; you had already given pansy a second chance, but she really had proven that she couldn’t be trusted, and that your relationship had to be ended for good

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“there i was giving you a second chance, but you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand.”

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Your gut instincts were always right - of course, this time you had the advantage of having lived through the signs of the same scenario before. Pansy becoming secretive, dismissive, distant, etc… all signs of her disloyalty that you had ignored last time out of the benefit of the doubt. She didn’t deserve the benefit of the doubt again.

The undeniable sign the first time this happened was turning the corner in Hogsmeade to see Pansy wrapped in the arms of Draco Malfoy with her lips fused to his. Naturally, you had ran off afterwards, and refused to talk to her for a week: something about her eventual apology had seemed so genuine through the tears and sobs that you decided to give her a second chance. Now, as you watched Pansy walk away from turning down a study date with you, you couldn’t help but feel as if that may have been a mistake.

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drug dealer | lee jordan x reader

song; drug dealer [levelz] pairing; drug dealer!lee jordan x high-achiever!gender neutral!reader genre; fluff, mild angst, s2l word count; 3k timeline; goblet of fire warnings; swearing, (underage) weed consumption, weed dealing, mentions of anxiety, social anxiety, mentions of alcohol consumption, stress from schoolwork, pressure of high expectations summary; if anyone thought hogwarts students didn’t have means to get weed, they were wrong - it was a widely used drug within the castle, and y/n was a new customer to the resident drug dealer

a/n; | PLEASE READ | this is by NO means an interpretation based on racial stereotypes - this is NOT a safe space for anybody with racist ideologies. lee jordan’s characterisation as a weed dealer in hogwarts is based on his involvement with the weasley twins, as my interpretation is that if anyone in hogwarts is going to be a weed dealer it’s going to be the weasley twins and/or their close friends (also, people who look down on careers like drug dealing aren’t welcome here either, your classism is showing)

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“i know a guy, give you something, get a move on.”

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You supposed that there had been access to weed within the school for a couple decades, the business being passed from older students to younger students as they progressed through the school. You weren’t sure when the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan took over the role, though, as you couldn’t imagine little first years dealing with weed or any other kind of drug - but they seemed to have been doing it forever.

Angelina had told you that it was initially just the Weasley twins that took it on, as their reputation for pranks acted as a convenient cover, but as they had gotten busier with pranks at the same time weed grew in popularity, they had needed more help. Naturally, they asked their best friend, Lee Jordan, to come on board, and it had progressed to the point that Jordan handled most of the customer interactions. This was only something you learned in sixth year, as prior to that you had swore you would never do drugs and so stayed out of it. However, the looming pressure of next year’s NEWTs was building, which had led you to ask your best friend (Angelina) if she knew how to get hold of weed in the school.

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death by a thousand cuts | fred weasley x reader

song; death by a thousand cuts [taylor swift] pairing; fred weasley x ravenclaw!gender neutral!reader genre; mild angst, fluff, ex2l word count; 3k timeline; prisoner of azkaban warnings; implied insecurities, mentions of relationship neglect summary; past relationships were meant to stay in the past, hence the name. however, it soon became clear that fred weasley wanted you back, and was willing to do whatever it took to fight for your love

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“i look through the windows of this love even though we boarded them up.”

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Potions was already a bad subject as it was taught by Severus Snape.

The fact that you sat next to your ex-boyfriend only made it worse: it’s not like moving was an option, as Snape would simply tell you to get over your petty personal conflicts if you asked. You weren’t even on particularly bad terms either, it was simply awkward, although he acted like it wasn’t. After all, he was Fred Weasley, one of the infamously confident and extroverted Weasley twins.

You often wished that the relationship hadn’t ended, actually, despite the fact you were the one that broke up with him. In your defence, you hadn’t done it out of nowhere, as he had neglected your relationship in the favour of pranks one too many times. It sucks when one of the things that made you fall in love with a person is the same thing that ruins your relationship.

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about me;

age; 18

star sign; aquarius

stanned groups;

bts, enhypen, blackpink, newjeans, le sserafim

casual;

(g)i-dle, stray kids

biases (ults in bold);

jungkook (bts), ni-ki (enhypen), hanni (nj), jisoo (bp), soyeon ((g)-idle), chaewon (le sserafim), bang chan (skz)

non k-pop;

taylor swift, wallows, beach bunny, chloe moriondo, lady gaga, easy life, melanie martinez, arlo parks, dodie, ariana grande, arctic monkeys, billie eilish, lana del rey, olivia rodrigo

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actually low-key mad i found this fic so early on bc now i have to wait a whole week for each chapter 😩😩

for reasons wretched and divine: part two

↠ pairing: bang chan x fem reader (afab)

↠ genre: wolf demon au, greek mythology au, demon!stray kids

↠ word count: 2.5k

↠ rating: mature/18+

↠ warnings: language, violence, torture, smut, more warnings to be added

↠ summary: You’ve heard stories about the Lykos clan for your entire life. You know the rules about dealing with demons - never look them in the eye, never trespass on a shrine without an offering, and never walk in their territory alone.

When did you forget to listen?

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A grim smile makes its way across his features. “Then you’re stuck here, I’m afraid. You’re in an entirely different realm, human girl—and I have no idea how to get you back.”

“A different realm?” you repeat. “But I…I was just walking through the Wilds. I’m pretty sure I’d be able to tell if I suddenly showed up in a different…” You start to trail off, because the minute those words leave your mouth, you remember—

You start towards your right, going around where you can feel the presence in hopes of beating it to the edge of the woods. Before long, though, a feeling that you haven’t known in years suddenly overwhelms you.

You’re lost.

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Growing up fat, you get made fun of for everything you do, even basic shit like eating and laughing and breathing are funny when you do it because youre fat! And its so hard to not carry that with you as you get older, like I’m still embarassed to eat or dance in front of people or smile in pictures and its ridiculous and I hate it and I wish I was treated with more humanity

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it’s always a good day to be a stay 😩

STRAY KIDS - THUNDEROUS [2021]