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✧·ﾟ: *✧·ﾟ:* 　　 *:·ﾟ✧*:·ﾟ✧ — # ❝ i put a spell on you❞| mattheo riddle PAIRINGS — any house! reader x mattheo riddle GENRE — fluff/angst WARNINGS — mild cursing and violence WC — 5.7k masterlist.  authors note- this is purely fiction is not to be taken seriously

this is late, but Happy Valentine's Day to everyone ᡣ𐭩 -------------------------------------------------------

Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts. It was the craziest day at Hogwarts. That and finals week. 

The hospital wing was usually filled with people who were under a love potion or people who thought they were under a love potion. 

You thought it was a good idea to volunteer to help Madam Pomfrey. 

She has been known to use only when she is frustrated and stressed out to slip up and use some choice words no matter the age of the student. 

Things were going well. She had given you the girls to deal with. They had plenty of antidote for the love potion. And something that tastes just as similar to it for those who believed they were under as well. 

“Merlin’s Beard! Mr. Riddle, I thought I told you-“

“Pomfrey I swear I didn’t start this one. He did.” Mattheo said gripping the boy next to him. The boy he was gripping had his head looking up pinching his nose with his tie. “Didn’t know he was a bleeder. Anyways this one thought I was hitting on his girlfriend.” 

The boy tilted his head forward, “You were. Ah!” 

“Mate tilt.” Mattheo pushed his head back. “I was just asking her a question, can’t ask girls questions anymore.” 

“Mr. Riddle please go to Miss.____. She will clean you up.”

Mattheo smirked walking over to you. As Pomfrey took the over boy to one of her beds. 

“Hi pretty.” 

“Riddle.” 

“Come on ___ you have cleaned my face enough to call me by my first name.” Mattheo sat on one of the beds. 

You positioned yourself in front of him gently tilting his face up. You pulled his tie out of its knot putting it to the side of him. 

Mattheo smirked, before wincing a little. “I like it when pretty girls undress me.” 

“Mattheo…” 

“Alright, I’m sorry Miss.___ please continue.” 

“I just need you to keep your face straight and your mouth shut. Why do you have so much blood on you? Look at it, it’sall over your button-down. And why were we flirting with his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day?”

He huffed, “For the up-teenth time I was not flirting. I was asking her a question. We had just gotten out of class. I was asking if her brother was able to still get us fire whiskey for a party. Next thing I know he’s grabbing me by the collar andI’m getting punched.”

“Hmm. If he attacked you, why does he have a broken nose and you have a few scraps.”

“I’m scrappy.” He knew you were unsatisfied with the answer. “He punched me first but I punched him back. Not that hard. All of a sudden crack, and blood and he fainted on my chest. Bleeding out. I don’t know why he freaked out.”

You snorted. 

“What?”

“Mattheo it’s Valentine’s Day. Of course, he is going to have his guard up.”

“So every boyfriend is a jerk to everyone but his girlfriend.”

You shook your head no. He hissed as you went over a scrap. “They are just jerks to you. Mattheo Riddle one of Slytherins top playboys.” 

Mattheo audibly gasped, the stretch of skin caused more blood to come off the cut. 

“Mattheo stop twitching.” 

“I am not a playboy.”

You politely tucked your lips in not saying anything finishing up cleaning the blood off of his undeniably gorgeous face. 

“You think I’m a playboy?”

“When you call every girl pretty, sweetheart, or love it’s kind of hard not to. Plus there’s the long list of lovers you had.”

“Please don’t say lovers. The word gives me the heebie-jeebies. And I haven’t slept with that many girls.” He said innocently giving her puppy dog eyes and looking up at her. 

“That’s a lie. And you are usually a pretty good liar Riddle.”

“You wound me.” He gripped his chest. 

“Hopefully it’s just internal bleeding then. I can’t keep cleaning your wounds for you Mattheo. I mean your pretty face is all scarred. These fights are just not worth this trouble.”

Pretty. He repeated in his head. “Some of them are from Quidditch.”

“I assume so when you are fighting with Gryffindors over practice time or after the game when someone can’t keep their mouth shut.”

“Well, it’s good to know that my personal nurse knows my proclivities. She can always be prepared for the job.” 

You rolled your eyes with a smile. You hated that a little bit. How easily you gave into his little flirtatious remarks and kind words. But that’s what they were words. Mattheo Riddle is not someone to put trust in. Not with your heart. Boys like him break it and let it roll off their backs. 

“Oh, would you look at that someone got cookies?” Mattheo smirked picking up the cellophane bag and seeing the vanilla round biscuits with a heart cutout in the middle filled with jam. 

Mattheo's fingers played with the parchment paper tied to it with a white satin ribbon. “Happy Valentine’s Day. Enjoy the sweets from your secret admirer.” Mattheo grimaced at the idea of someone else catching her eye. 

“Riddle stop with the face.” 

“Who is the secret admirer?” 

You decided not to answer him instead laying a band-aid across the bridge of his nose. 

“___?”

“I don’t know. That is the whole point of a secret admirer. To not know who they are,” You shrugged in return. 

Mattheo pouted, he ripped open the bag and ate two of the cookies inside.

“Mattheo what the hell those were for me.” 

“So what like you were going to eat all of them? There was a full batch in this thing. Here you go if you want one so bad.” Mattheo took one of the cookies and tried to put it in your open mouth. 

You smacked the cookie right out of his hand, “I don’t like strawberry jam.” 

“Quite uncivilized of you, m’lady.” Mattheo joked. “So I can have them all?” 

“Yes.” 

He nodded stuffing his face full of the small cookies. 

“You better be listening to me Mattheo.” You instructed him with a finger in his face

He shook your pointer finger, “Of course.” He mumbled getting crumbs all over himself. 

“Oh, dear lord. I’ll find Theo and tell him myself because you can’t take care of yourself properly. Now look me in the eye.” 

Mattheo looked up at her watching her talk. 

“First off I used glue on the cut across the bridge of your nose and small sutures. That means do not have another fight for a whole week. It will just bust open again. The others apply this cream on them in the morning and at night. They should be healed in a day or two.” You handed him a jar. 

“Right apply daily.” 

You gave him a look of disapproval. 

“I know mornings and nights. And when I apply to myself I will only think of you.” 

You rolled your eyes at his flirtatious nature, “do not say things like that. I’m writing a note for Nott. That boy has more common sense for these things than you do.” 

“What does that mean?!” 

“Shh.” You pinched his lips together. “Dear god we are in the hospital wing. It means Theo has more of a handle on medicines and things of that nature. And better handle on you. For the most part. Unless he wants you to act like a dog off-leash.”You laughed at him. 

“You are lucky you are very cute ____ otherwise I would have to make you pay for that one.” 

You felt a bit flushed.

“Alright, I see you around ____. You should definitely come to the party tonight.” Mattheo said pointing at you pickingup his things. 

You gave him a short wave, “Bye Mattheo.” You said with a quiet voice. You ripped off the note for Theodore stuffing it in your pocket when you saw him in your next class.

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A couple of hours later Madam Pomfrey had let you leave after a couple more people came in. But thankfully people came to their senses about the day. 

You sat next to Theo in transfiguration. “Mattheo mentioned a party tonight?” 

“Him and his big mouth. Inviting every pretty girl that gives him attention.” 

“I…- I am not like those girls, Nott.” You made a disgusted face at the accusation. “I believe it's just another thank invite for fixing his face again, this morning.” 

“Son of a witch.” He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. “Give me the instructions, that damn asshole. He just adds to my workload. He isn’t even my cousin. Malfoy should have to take care of him.”

You laughed at Theo’s frustration as you passed him the note. 

He read it over whispering to himself as he read. “Can’t get into fights for a week?” 

“Yeah, the cut above the bridge of his nose was deep. The guy that punched him had a house ring on, nasty cut.”

“We have a quidditch match on Monday.” 

“Tell Mattheo to control his impulses then.” 

“Easier said than done.” 

You ignored his attitude opening your book to the last chapter Mcgonagall covered in class. 

A paper ball hit the back of Theo’s head, when he turned around Enzo was pointing at the ball on the floor. Nott rolled his eyes picking it up and reading Enzo’s sloppy script. 

‘hey! You agreed to the plan! You are just as tired as all of us hearing Riddle go on and on about her! Get in there and flirt!’ 

Theo groaned crumpling the paper shoving it into his robes pocket turning to you. “So are you going to come?” 

“Huh?” 

Theo smirked, poking at your side, “You know the party.” 

“Oh. I thought you didn’t want me to come.” You squinted at him as you joked. 

“What? Of course, I want a..pretty girl like you to come.” Dear lord in heaven this better be worth it. 

“Hmm. Y’know, I always thought you didn’t like me for the longest time.” 

“Crazy. Did you like the cookies?” 

You dropped your quill. Theodore Nott was your secret admirer. And he bakes?! 

“Um? What?” 

“The vanilla and strawberry jam heart-shaped cookies. I left them with Madam Pomfrey and she said she would give them to you.” 

“Oh yeah, those.” ‘No, I didn’t like them. Also, your best friend ate them all.’ “I have to be honest Theo…” 

Theo nodded turning towards her, tilted his head. Maybe this go over better if they were not aquatinted. “Yes tell me.” 

“The cookies were delicious. I am however not a big fan of strawberry jam.” 

“Oh ok. You can blame Pansy for that one. I will remember that for next time.” He smiled at her softly nudging you. “But you’ll come to the party tonight?” 

Your burrows furrowed together, “Sure. definitely.” 

“Good. Great. We should probably pay attention to class now.” He said to you. 

You hummed trying not he completely petrified of the idea of Theodore Nott having a crush on you. 

Theo turned slightly on his stool looking at Enzo and Pansy giving them a thumbs up with a smirk. It did not go unbeknownst to him that Mattheo was staring at him. 

Mattheo was boiling, getting hot underneath the collar, “Blaise do you know anything about Nott and ____.” 

“Just that they are transfiguration partners, I think he said something about inviting her to the party. When Enzo was helping him in the kitchen last night.” 

“Why were they in the kitchen last night?” 

“I could have sworn you were there with them.” 

“Blaise, why were they in the kitchen last night?” 

Blaise put his quill down looking at him, “Enzo was helping him bake cookies. They both burnt the first batch. Thank godEnzo can read Parkinson’s handwriting. It is just so girly.”

Mattheo cleared his throat, sitting there stewing in his emotions. He could not get over the fact that someone else, let alone his best friend, had a crush on ____. Not when he was in love with her. 

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You waited patiently outside at the end of class, Pansy helped him with those cookies. And she is the biggest blabber mouth you have ever known. Exactly why you never told her that you had a slight crush on the Dark Lord's son. 

You grabbed Pansy’s shoulder away from her gaggle friends. “Sorry need to borrow her for a minute.” 

“Excuse me for a second.” She said as she bowed away from her Slytherin friends. You pulled her away down into a side hallway. “What can I help you with ___?” She asked innocently. 

“Oh drop the act. You knew Theodore Faustus Nott fancied me and you didn’t tell me?!” 

“I guess I didn’t think about it.” 

“You are a horrible liar. You knew this entire time and you didn’t say a thing.” 

“It was not my secret to tell.” She mentioned. 

“Bullshit. You are such a blabbermouth. You blabber everyone's secrets. Everyone here knows it.” 

“Well, Theodore begged me to keep a secret, threaten me if I told.” Pansy reasoned with her. “Did you enjoy the cookies?” 

“I would have if they were any other flavored, except the jam. I hate jams. And I believe you knew that. Since I avoid them like the plague.” You pointed out to her.

“So you did not eat them?” 

“No. Mattheo saw them and ate them all.” 

“Mattheo?” She questioned with a tiniest smirk resting on her face.  

“I am not telling this story again. Ask Theo or Mattheo what happened to his face. Now I have to figure out a way to let Theo down easy on Valentine's Day. Of all days Pansy.” You sighed frustrated leaving her in the cut-out of the hallway. 

Once you were out of sight she silently chuckled to herself, quickly running over to Enzo and Theodore. “The plan is working! Even if she is mad at me. Slight problem though he ate all of them.” 

“All of them? There were like 10 cookies in there. Is he going to be ok?” 

Theo nodded his head clearing his throat, “Yes he will be fine, it was just a light coating I put the jam on. As long as you grabbed the right antidote when you went to the hospital wing today for your headache.” Theo said looking at him. 

“Yes! Of course, I did. You all doubt me so much.” Enzo defended himself. 

Theo and Pansy at the same time crossed their arms, tilting their heads. 

“I should not have to defend myself.” 

“Right, so as soon as he confesses his love for her, you give him the drink with the antidote in it. And everything will be fine.” Pansy went over the plan again. 

“As long as he doesn’t kill Theo first,” Enzo mumbled as he looked at Mattheo. 

Who was slumped against the wall across from them with Blaise and Draco at either of his sides, spinning his Slytherin house ring between his fingers, and boring wholes into Theo. 

“Maybe I should talk to him.” Theo reasoned. 

“I think you if want to get strangled here and now please do.” Enzo countered. 

Theo ignored him, walking over to Mattheo anyway. “Riddle, come have a smoke with me I have to finish off this pack before the end of the day. Snape has been checking bags again. Apparently, someone broke into his cupboards and stole ingredients again.” 

Mattheo nodded following him outside to the courtyard. Theo handed him the cigarette as they stood on the other side of the tree facing away from the windows. 

“So the fuck happened to your face?” Theo asked with a smirk. 

Mattheo laughed heartily, as smoke came out from his mouth, “A prick came at me with his fist. But I was a little faster. These are just a few scraps.” 

“Right. Remember not to fight. ____ does not want to see you hurt again.” 

Mattheo's smile was still on his face but his eyes were devoid of emotion, “Is that what you two were talking about? Laughing about? About my constant fighting?”

“Mattheo let’s not-” 

Mattheo took a long drag, “No we are going to discuss it. Because you cannot just come flouncing in and think you can just fuck with her.” 

Theo cleared his throat to speak. 

“Not fucking finished.” He shoved the cigarette between his lips, turned on his heel grabbed Theo by his robes shoving him up against the tree. “I love her. Can you say the same? Now I do not wish to upset ____ by getting into another fight. Today. But stay the fuck away from her.” The words jumbled out as smoke flowed into Theo’s face

Theo challenged him pushing his best friend off of him, “Why should I when you are too much of a pussy to admit your feelings?”

Mattheo nodded his head, “ok.” Mattheo punched him across the face. 

Theo put his hand to his face. As much as he wanted to hit back he knew deep down, that Mattheo was not in his right mind. 

“Stay the fuck away from her,” Mattheo warned again. 

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You were in your next class, sitting down trying to pay attention to Snape’s lecture. This proved to be mighty difficult as Mattheo decided with McLaggen to switch seats with him. And Mattheo was just sitting there, face sitting on his hand giving her love-dove eyes. 

“Mattheo please stop staring at me, pay attention to the lecture. I doubt your cousin is going to want to give you this lesson again.” 

Mattheo reached over brushing hair out of your face. It was not a completely strange gesture, he had touched you without permission before not that it bothered you. It was just how Mattheo was with people he was comfortable with. But this felt more intimate. 

You looked over at him staring him down to be a little more serious. 

“Couldn’t you give me this lesson then?” He said with a loving smile. Mattheo grabbed her hand as it was writing more notes, “please.” 

Your eyes darted to his knuckles and how they were bruised. “Mattheo is that from earlier today?” 

“What?” He looked at his hand. Not to upset her and to bring up Theo he quickly agreed, “Yes.” 

“Why did you not say anything to me? I would’ve had some ice for it and had some ginger root tea to stop the inflammation. I should have noticed it.” 

“Miss._____? Is conversation with Mr. Riddle more interesting than the lesson?” Snape came over interrupting the conversation. 

“Sorry Professor, it was my fault. My hand was bothering me and usually Miss. ____ has some ginger root with her. She has learned a lot from your lessons in potions and Professor Sprout in Herbology to know what plants help people.” Mattheo smiled brightly at his Professor. 

“5 points from each of your houses. Do pay attention in class, Mr. Riddle.” 

“Of course, Sir.” Mattheo smiled smugly at him. Snape continued his droning on with the lecture.

Whereas Mattheo resumed his activity of just staring at you. You decided no amount of pleading and telling him to focus was going to work. Maybe by helping him later on with the homework assignment, he would learn something. 

At the end of the class, you were gathering your things and Mattheo waited for you. 

“Mattheo you can go.” 

“No I can’t, ___ I wanted to walk you to your next class. You have Advanced Herbology.” He held out his hand for you to take. 

You nodded. He was acting weird. You took his hand and felt his pulse pounding through his veins. 

“Are you feeling alright?” 

“Never better. I promise. I have this amazing nurse who always takes care of me. Ever since my third year I fell into poison oak leaves during Hagrid’s class. She is just amazing.” 

“Well, you tell her I am very concerned about you. You are acting strange today.” 

Mattheo shrugged, “Or I am acting like a true version of myself.”

You snorted, “Nope. Trust me, Matt, I know you pretty well to know what your true self is. And it is not this fairy tale book Prince Charming.”

“Well, then I am sorry you don’t feel that way about me. Hopefully, by the end of the day, you will change your mind about me.” 

You were in front of the classroom. “I will be here when we have astronomy together.”

“Matt you don’t have to do that-”

“You’re right I don’t have to. I want to. Anything for my girl.” He said kissing your cheek quickly before walking away cooly.  

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For the rest of the day, Mattheo followed you around. And not like a lost puppy more like a rottweiler. If anyone looked at you funny or looked in your direction you were sure he was going to bite their heads off or worse. 

While if he looked at you it was like you had a halo surrounding you. It was strange. But it was also very Mattheo if was looking to start a relationship. Funny how he was making fun of it this morning and then here you were. 

You were finishing up notes from DADA and eating lunch when Mattheo kept tapping the table in front of your book. 

“What is it, Matt?” 

“Nothing just wanted to see your pretty face.” He smiled at her as he rested his head in his palm. 

He looked goofy to you but it was a sweet gesture as you smiled fondly at him. “Thank you, Mattheo, but I do have to finish these notes.  We have a test on Monday.” 

“DADA tests are easy you just have to remember the spells and the right movements. Thats all you need to know.” 

“And when to use them. When it's appropriate to use the spell. If it's an offense or defense. There are a lot of factors you have to know.” You jested back to him. 

“You better finish all these notes and plan to do homework tomorrow because this evening you are going to the Slytherin party.” 

Shit. The party. That was tonight. The party Mattheo got punched in the face for. The party Theodore Nott invited you to on his behalf because he wanted to be your Valentine.

“Must I?” 

Mattheo nodded his head, “Of fucking course you do! And you get to be accompanied by yours truly. You know they say I am the Prince of Slytherin house.” 

“I don’t think they say that. I don’t think that is something to be proud of. And wouldn’t you be the heir I have heard a lot of girls call Draco the Prince. Because he is handsome.” 

“You think my cousin is handsome?” He asked with a little bit of disgust on his face and a tinge of sadness in his voice.

“I guess. But he is not as handsome as you Matty.” 

Mattheo half chuckled with a playful grin on his face. “But you not so much now, cute across your face is really off-putting.” 

Mattheo pinched the apple of your cheek, “Again you are lucky you are cute. And that I like you.” 

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You were refiling your cup with the spiked juice that was set up when someone grabbed your arm pulling you away from the table and behind a curtain. 

When you slapped the handoff of you and looked to see who it was, you stopped thrashing about in his grasp. “Nott what the hell?!” 

“Sorry, but I had to talk to you quickly.” 

“Well, I have been meaning to actually talk to you. While I am flattered that you like me and that you put thought into the little gift you made me. I just do not find you attractive. If I am completely honest I kind of have feelings for Mattheo. Well for a long time and I think he might actually like me back. Now please excuse me I want to finish filling my cup, not that Mattheo would let me get away from him to do it myself can you believe it..” You stop mid-rambling looking at Theo’s eye, “Theo what happened to your face? You should really…drink ginger tea….wait did Mattheo do this to you? I knew his knuckles were not that bruised earlier.” 

“Yeah about that…so you know those cookies I made you?’ 

“Yes. Listen, Theo…” 

Theo clamped his hand over your mouth, “No you listen see I let a bunch of idiots minus Blaise and Malfoy convince me to make them love potion to gloss over the jam section of the cookie.”

Your burrows scrunched together in anger as you mumbled against his hand, “What?!” 

“Now the love potion was not for you from me. Because I do not like you that way at all.” Theo shook his head in almost disgust.

Bit of a blow to the ego there. 

“Please like you are my type. Or I’m yours. The cookie was for Mattheo, and I was told that I should flirt with you so he would just confess how he feels about you. And I have the antidote for him so afterward once he does so everything will go back to normal. I completely forgot how much of a monster he could be when challenged.” 

You pried Theo’s hand off your mouth, “And you thought this was a good idea?”

“To be fair I was pretty high when I agreed to it. And it was the best idea Pansy and Enzo could come up with. Normally a jealous Mattheo would say mean comments, sudden bursts of anger, and bury his feelings about the matter. Mattheo on love potion though…well he is violent more than usual.” 

“I could have told you that. You should have come to your senses when you were sober.” You pushed the top of his shoulder blades. 

“I know. I know. But Pansy said this was the only way to make him confess to you.” 

“You are all idiots. And a love potion?! Of all things? That is not real love and to do that to him?”

“Again I wasn’t thinking straight and they said I couldn’t back out of the plan. They are blackmailing me with…things.” 

“Things.” 

“I don’t want to repeat it in case you plan to blackmail me as well,” Theo said. 

“That is your concern right now not the fact that you drugged your best friend because he is too chicken to-” You were cut off by a punch coming through the curtain hitting Theo square in the nose. 

“Didn’t I tell you to stay away from her?” 

“Trust me mate I know. I have come to my senses and my guilt on the matter.” Theo said holding his nose. Thank god his nose did not break but blood was pouring down his face. 

“Mattheo what the hell?!” You screamed in horror putting your hands over your mouth and dropping your cup onto the floor. 

“____ don’t listen to him, he is just going to use you and leave you. That is what he does. He doesn’t care about anyone other than himself.” Mattheo seethed in Theo’s direction.  

“Oh for Salazar’s Sake!” Theo grumbled. “Draco! Enzo! Blaise! Pansy! Get over here!” He yelled over to his friends 

The three boys joined them inside the small out-cove of the Slytherin common room, everyone still watching as Mattheo had a blowout and crazed look in his eyes. Blaise turned around everyone, “Please don’t mind us, go back to the par.

“Malfoy and Blaise hold him. Enzo give me the damn antidote I won’t be taking any more hits from him not anymore.” Theo ordered. 

“I am not holding my cousin like a toddler for no reason,” Draco said. 

“I don’t know mate, look at him he looks like an animal and not in the usual way,” Blaise said to Malfoy in a whisper. “I think we should hold him.” 

Malfoy and Blaise came around Mattheo grabbing his shoulders and arms keeping him in place. 

“I am fine just no one here is allowed near ____.” 

“Mattheo please just listen to them. Just drink the antidote and everything will be fine. I promise.” You started to say to him holding his face so he would have to look at you.  

“Ok, whatever you say, love.” He said as he softened like pudding in your hands. 

“You have got to be kidding me right now.” Theo gagged hard on air trying to keep his stomach contents down. “Give here now.” 

Enzo handed him the vile he took from Madam Pomfrey’s trolley this morning. As Theo was going to add it to a fresh cup of pumpkin juice, you noticed the color of the vile. 

“Hold on. This is an orange antidote. Enzo are you kidding me this was your half-baked plan and you couldn’t even grab the right vile. Orange is the placebo pink is the real antidote.” 

“Pansy helped me too. And she was my guard when Pomfrey came back around.” 

“You liar. I was busy leaving the cookies by ____’s station. Theo and I told you a million times pink. Did you get distracted by that Ravenclaw girl again?” Pansy accused as they started to be a long fight back and forth. 

“Stop!” They quickly quieted down at the suddenness of your raised voice. “Fighting isn’t helping Mattheo. You are all lucky Pomfrey gave me an antidote just in case I did ingest any love potion today. It is in my bag.” 

You walked away quickly, up into the dormitories. You looked around Pansy's room for the bag finding it just where you stored it. Right underneath her pillow. Coming down the marble flight of stairs, vile in hand with flared nostrils and anger in her eyes, poured the baby pink substance into the cup of pumpkin juice. 

“Matty just drink this and you will be fine. Angry. But fine.” You told him. 

“Ok.” Malfoy and Blaise held on to him as you poured the drink down his throat. 

He swallowed all of the cure to the love potion, and soon after he started to feel better. He looked around a little drowsy but came too, and went to lung at Enzo and Theo. 

“I’m going to kill the both of you.” 

“It was his stupid idea.” Theo pointed to Enzo. 

“Hey! You agreed to it.” Enzo agreed back. “All because he didn’t want you to whine anymore. What a great best friend you have.” 

“I did not whine.” 

“… You did mate,” Theo muttered. 

“A lot,” Blaise added on. 

“Bloody hell it bled into summer vacations. I think my mother wanted to drown you in the fountain.” Draco chuckled a little at his remark. 

“Well, I guess cats out of the bag now.” Mattheo groaned as his head lobbed back before popping back forward again. “Listen, ____…_____?” 

Mattheo looked around the the small room for you, when Pansy pointed through the curtain. You had walked away from the party and the group. Is this how Mattheo had to be, had to be under a love potion to admit his feelings to you? It was hurtful. Was it so embarrassing to be with you? No, what was embarrassing was that now everyone and their mother knew he was under the spell, and worse his friends did to him. 

You were half up the stairs out of the dungeon with hot tears flowing slowly down the curve of your cheeks. When you heard Mattheo calling for you. You didn’t stop no you kept going.

He managed to catch up grabbing your arm, “____? I called your name like a hundred times. Please stop running away— You’re crying? Why are you crying.” Mattheo pulled your forearm into his chest slightly embracing you. 

“Why am I crying? Because your embarrassed to be with me!” You whispered-shouted, shoving yourself away from him curling into yourself. “And now everyone knows that. If Mattheo Riddle doesn’t like her then who will.” You mocked. 

“What? No, ___ I do like you. I have always liked you. Now…more than just friends. I wasn’t embarrassed about liking you.” 

“You weren’t?” 

“No.” Mattheo fidgeted with the ring on his finger looking away from you, “I was embarrassed of myself. Worried that if we were together how would people react and well…I was scared of how they would treat you because of me.” 

“Matty…” You reached out to him and hugged him tightly. When you were letting go of him and pulling away, you were staring into his big brown chocolate eyes. Even when they had dark circles around them and littered with scars from all the scraps and bruises they were still so beautiful. Mattheo had the faintest grin on his lips, as he lightly pushed the hair out of your face. It was then you knew, lips touching as he softly kissed you. Most would think with a boy like him he would be fierce and controlling which you had no doubt, in the near future he probably would be. But now he wanted to be sweet and gentle. 

Stopping and looking at you one last time, his hands held your face wiping any remaining tears streaks on your face. 

“This isn’t going to be a one-time thing.” He said. 

“I would hope not.” 

“And I won’t ever need a love potion ever again with you.” 

You punched his shoulder with a smile, “And if anyone says anything about me being with you, you can always just fight them.” 

“Really?” 

“Of course, I’m always here to clean you up.” You told him pinching his cheek. Mattheo winced from the bruise that was there earlier. “After you heal from your other wounds first. Doctors orders.” 

“At least my doctor isn’t Theo anymore. He is so rough with me. He doesn’t have smooth hands like yours.” Mattheo said kissing your cheeks. “Do you want to go back to the party?” 

“I was thinking of your dorm room.” 

“Have I mentioned I love you?” He said as he quickly picked you up and threw you over his shoulders as you giggled happily. Mattheo Riddle was all yours.