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just a blurb about mattheo because i desperately needed this earlier! word count 556!

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Mattheo sat there, half-listening to Draco, who was in the middle of his latest rant, tearing into their professors with his usual cutting sarcasm. Every word dripped with disgust as he mocked their incompetence, painting their lessons as not just boring but utterly beneath him.

Mattheo was laid out along one of the couches, eyes closed and arms crossed, attempting to relax after a long day. It had dragged on endlessly, and after receiving a letter from his mother, he had little patience left. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone.

“Sweetheart! Today was a complete waste, wasn’t it?” Draco called out, his voice cutting through the room. Mattheo glanced over, his heart lifting slightly when he saw you at the receiving end of Draco’s comment. He had hoped the question was directed at you.

You mumble your agreement, loosening your tie as you make your way to Mattheo. You drape your tie and robes over the back of the couch before settling into his side, your leg draped casually over his. He’s stretched out with his head resting against the armrest, and you slip into the space beside him, curling up against his chest. His hand reaches down to rest gently on your knee, and he presses a soft kiss to your hair. You nestle your head under his chin, feeling the rise and fall of his breath as you both relax into each other.

“You okay, baby?” He asks softly, his voice a gentle murmur. You let out a sigh, leaning closer. The boys murmur protests, their voices tinged with frustration at how Mattheo is so sweet with you, and only you. Just half an hour earlier, they had been sharply reprimanded for speaking to him at all.

“Just needed you.” You reply quietly. You press a tender kiss to his jaw, and he visibly melts at your touch, a soft smile spreading across his face. Around you, the room fills with various noises of disgust and disapproval.

“Seriously? When I tried to sit next to you, you nearly shoved me off the couch.” Theo grumbles, earning a disinterested look from Mattheo.

“You’re not his girl, mate.” Enzo chimes in, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“She’s not, either,” Theo protests, eyeing the two of you with disbelief. “They’re not even dating.”

Mattheo turns and levels Theo with a withering glare. Everyone knew you were his girl, even if you weren't officially dating yet. The connection between you was undeniable, and it was clear to all that you belonged to Mattheo.

You consider speaking up, but you’re far too comfortable wrapped up in Mattheo to make the effort. The scent of his cologne and the feel of his arms around you are making you unbearably content. All you want to do is sleep.

“Watch your mouth, Nott.” Mattheo snaps, his voice sharp and unyielding. Theo slouches back in his chair, a defiant glint in his eye, but he falls silent, clearly weighing his words before speaking again.

Eventually, the boys shift their focus to their own conversation, leaving you and Mattheo in your own secluded bubble. Mattheo tenderly brushes his fingers over your hair, calming both of you. It isn’t long before you fall fast asleep against him, and he turns to the boys, warning them to keep their voices down.

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𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 ~ 𝓣.𝓡.

Hey Lovelies! This is my first story and chapter of the Tom Riddle Obsession series. Let me know you guys feel about it and if I should continue!

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T.W: none other than this might be poorly written

765 Words

Tom RIdde x Y/N Berkshire

Third Person 

The eleven-year-olds were gathered outside in the hallway before to the sorting ceremony. As Draco, your brother's friend, introduced himself to Potter for the first time, you stepped off to the side. You stood alone, and all the other typical Slytherin boys stood alongside Draco. 

“...Dont want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” Draco extends his hand out to Harry, the rest of us watching.  Harry glances down at the pale skin and his face twists slightly," I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks.” 

In the hallway, silence reigned. As usual, Tom just stared blankly at Harry and his companions. Theo, Blaise, and Lorenzo merely regarded the Golden Trio with scowled expressions. I kept to myself, keeping my arms crossed and wearing a gentle expression.  

Draco wipes his palm on his robes with an ugly expression on his face as he brings his arm to his side. "Why are you standing over there?" he asks after glancing at the gang and turning to face me.  

I shrug, and Tom snatches my robes and hauls me to the group's standing position, then releases me just as soon. I swallow and keep quiet, listening to the group talk. I look up at Tom. He is listening in on the discussion while gazing into the gathering.  

"You have to stay with us," he replies stoically, not casting a sidelong glance at me. His voice is firm and unaccountable. I slowly nod. "Well," he responds. "You need to be cautious because none of us can watch over you at all times." 

——————————————————————————————————    "Berkshire, Lorenzo." Professor McGonagal raises her voice. You watch as your brother gets up, settles into the stool, and puts the sorting hat on his head.  

“Um, huh. An Berkshire. I haven't seen any of you in a long time, do you think? SLYTHERIN. The Berkshires are sorted first in the friend group when the sorting hat appears, and you see him take a seat at the table.  

"Berkshire, Y/N."  

After swallowing, you move to the stool and leave the line. Particularly Tom and Lorenzo's, you can feel the gang watching you. There have been occasions when you've heard the males chatting, wondering what kind of house the young, quiet girl will be in.  "What if shes not sorted into Slytherin?" You overheard your brother tell the boys one night from your bed. 

Silence.  

"Why wouldn't she?" Blaise asks, breaking it.  

"Do you know her personality? "She's too sweet and innocent."  

"We can't just keep making predictions," Blaise explains. "We just have to wait and see."  

You take a deep breath as you feel the hat being lowered; "SLYTHERIN," the sorting hat exclaims before it even reaches your head. You gaze up at the throng and your friends. In addition to the applause from the Slytherin table, the gang can be heard making a hesitant, perplexed clap. You notice the males looking at each other as you slowly climb off the stool and seat by Lorenzo, receiving applause from everyone at the table. You smile pleasantly and thank the others.  

"Congratulations," Lorenzo adds quietly. You nod at him as you wait for the others to be assigned to the same house.  

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The crew walks out of the Great Hall and follows the Prefect down into the dungeons. Y/N stays by her brother, clutching onto his arm.  

“Oh, Y/N, don't be so scared.” Mattheo says from Tom’s side, pushing his messy brown hair out of his face. 

You respond gently, "I'm not scared, I'm just not used to this place,"  

"Ragazza carina, you got us, don't worry." Smiling, Theo responds, putting a hand on my shoulder. 

With a nod, you turn back to face Theo. How the wall opens to the common room is demonstrated by the Prefect.  

As the first year students—roughly thirty of you—pour in, you gasp, "Wow." Gripping Enzo's arm no longer, you turn to face the room, taking in everything. Additionally, the boys scan the area and make observations. Tom, on the other hand, seemed unimpressed. "Tommy, isn't this great?" you ask, giving him a little tug on his sleeve.  

"Don't call me that," he says, pulling your hand away from his robe with a swift whip of his head, his expression still stoic. 

You swallow and take a step back, retracting your hand," okay...."  

Lorenzo pulls your arm so you face him, "Would you like to sleep in our dorm tonight?" I nod, and he wraps his arm around my shoulders as we walk up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.  

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truth

I firmly believe that Tom Riddle decided not to get adopted. Why? First of all because otherwise such a beautiful and good child would have been one of the first to be adopted, so I think he showed the worst of himself in front of others. I think Tom hated being considered practically like a puppy to be chosen from a kennel. He belonged to himself and no one could take him as if it were nothing.

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