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DAMN HE HAS A REALLY HIGH GRYFFINDOR FEVER
HELP AND DRACO AND HARRY "Harry was a sensitive issue after he and Draco had almost kissed him when drunk at a Hufflepuff party." we know what you are draco...
mattheo was the sweetest person ever though that was absolutely adorable
i loved mattheo and reader's interactions and how it went from bothering her to mattheo being the major softie he actually is <3
where do we find him. he's not a want he's a need
Gryffindor Fever
Mattheo Riddle x Gryffindor!reader
Brought to you by this request. While the Slytherins usually bully you, everything drastically changes when you go missing and Mattheo finds out he might have, what Pansy calls: Gryffindor fever.
Happy readings lovely readers! đ
âWooh, your test went about as well as the last gryffindor quidditch game.â Mattheo laughed and half of the class chimed as you looked horrified at your test. Snape shushed the class only to hack into your emotional state himself.Â
And if that had been it for today, you wouldnât have complained but leave it to the slytherin douchebags to make your day worse. A smug looking Draco pushes everyone to the side to catch up with you, his cold eyes snaring at you, followed by his gang. âBeing stupid canât be helped. It comes with gryffindor colours, but dressing like you fell into your grandmaâs laundry basket is your choice.â Theo snickers as he pulls your home knit scarf. You loosen your scarf and before you fully register what you're saying youâve already snapped back at the tall slytherin. âSays the guy who doesnât know how to use a comb.â You snap, darting mean eyes at his birdâs nest of a hairdo. Mattheo has to press his lips together, hiding his amusement at your feistiness, as Theo takes a big step towards you, only to be held back by Enzo. âDumbledore is around the corner, think about the house cup, mate.â Enzo ushers in a loud whisper, making Theo turn around but not before his dead eyes curse you to the beyond.Â
You give them a nasty look, before turning around a corner. âNice one. Those guys need to be put in their place more often. Otherwise theyâll think they own hongwarts.â George says, but his voice echoes in the back of your head as you feel yourself get lightheaded. Suddenly you feel arms wrap around you and after a few deep breaths you manage to look up and meet Fredâs eyes. You regain strength and lift your hand to rest on your forehead. âI got dizzy for a moment.â You analyse out loud in a soft whisper. âYeah, we noticed.â Fred voices his concern as he helps you sit down against a cold wall. George immediately conjures a cup of water for you, which you take with a soft smile. âI got way too worked up over my test and Snapeâs lecture and those- those idiots.â The twins look at you with sympathy and to each other with a glitter in their eyes, for sure they would play a fantastic trick on those Slytherins for you getting so stressed.Â
It was Hermoineâs advice that convinced you to ignore and avoid everyone and everything silver and green coloured. âJust study and find peace in the books.â She had told you over dinner that same day. You following her advice hadnât gone unnoticed as Slytherins started to miss their favourite gryffindor to make a fool of. Harry was a sensitive issue after he and Draco had almost kissed him when drunk at a Hufflepuff party. Hermione was old news. And Ron was just too easy of a target. You were perfect, but as of the last few days: unfindable, since you hit in a corner of the library only nerdy ravenclaws and Hermione knew about. And apparently also Fred and George.Â
âYou gotta eat!â George exclaimed, losing his patience with you. âNo. I got to study.â You mumble not looking up from your book. âFailing one test will not kill you, starvation will.â Fred added as he tried to reach for your book. You quickly pull your book closer. âI already failed a test, if I fail another Snape will kill me.â âYour brain needs food.â Fred says with a voice low and serious. âLaterâŠâ You say, your eyes meeting his for only a second. The twins sigh, but leave for the great hall in defeat. âUnbelievable, that one.â You hear George whisper, making you look at them walking away. I really should eat⊠after this chapter I should definitely eat something.
You did not eat after that chapter, in fact you studied late. Robbing yourself of sleep and draining yourself completely.
âDo you think (y/n) is alright?â Mattheo blurs out as he stares at the fire, standing still with his hands in his pockets. Pansy looks up from the novel she was reading, carefully studying Mattheo through her lashes before scanning the empty common room. Itâs only when Mattheo turns to look at her that she puts her book away. âDo I look like the Gryffindor whisperer to you? No clue what that girl thinks. At this point I donât even know what youâre thinking⊠Whatâs she to you?â Mattheo shrugs. âJust havenât seen her in a while.â Pansy fakes a pout. âYou must have the same thing as DracoâŠâ Mattheo frowns, but Pansyâs quick to explain herself as she gets up and whispers in Mattheoâs ear: âGryffindor fever.âÂ
Mattheo gives Pansy a look of disgust but quickly finds that he has no counterargument, because he really was worried about you. Pansy cheekily tilts her head to the side as she watches Mattheo struggle. Just as Mattheo has gathered enough words for a sentence the door to the common room is blown open and Mattheo is slung against a wall, making Pansy shriek and duck behind a couch. âWhere is she, you snake?â George yells as both twins point their wands at Mattheo who is picking himself up off the ground. âWhat?!â
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With panic in their eyes Fred, George and Mattheo flew over hogwartsâ grounds, quickly Mattheo grew impatient and started to explore the edge of the dark forest. You had been last seen by a hufflepuff who thought you were looking for potion ingredients, depending on what you were looking for you would have probably gone into the forest. Mattheo felt his heart racing, what if something bad had happened to you. He suddenly realised how silly he had been pretending he didnât care about anyone, leave alone annoying Gryffindors. His grip on his broom tightened as it dawned on him that he only wanted people to think he didnât care about you and that seemed so silly now.Â
From a distance your body looks lifeless and Mattheoâs heart stopped beating for what felt like minutes until he wrapped you in his arms. A soft sound escapes your lips and a most gentle kiss on your head assures you that youâll be alright. âLetâs get you back to the castle and all warmed up.â You were still pretty out of it but you couldâve sworn that sounded like Mattheo Riddle, but like the soft gentle version⊠Clearly you were not well yet, because that would be impossible. Instinctively you grab onto his warm clothes and snuggle in. Your whole body was drained of energy but you knew you were safe.
George opened the door to the Gryffindor common room and Fred held the door open while George threw everyone off the couch. Every Gryffindor in the room stood gawking as Mattheo carried you inside carefully. As Mattheo ever so gently lay you down on the couch, he heard Ron whisper: âNow Iâve seen everything.â Making the slytherin roll his eyes as he could already imagine the red headâs dumb face. Fred leans over you, softly whispering your name. George pushes both Mattheo and Fred away so he can lay a blanket over you and Fred tucks you in a little more as your eyes flutter open. Every student in the room has now surrounded the couch youâre laying on. âWhat happened?â Hermione asks, eyes darting between the twins. âThink she passed out.â George answers and Fred nods. âYeah.â You whisper and you open your eyes fully to see everyone hang over the couch staring at you. âI probably shouldnât have eaten and slept a bit more instead of just studying for Snapeâs stupid test.â Â
Mattheo just keeps his distance, feeling guilty for everytime he mistreated you. Not saying a word since he feels unworthy. Slowly he makes his way to the door as he hears you explain what happened. âHey, is it possible I heard Riddleâs voice when I was in the forest?â You suddenly ask, making Mattheo hold his breath as the room falls silent. âYeahâŠâ George says as he moves away, so you see a soft looking Mattheo staring back at you. Mattheo swallows hard, gathering courage to say what he really wishes to say. âTake care of yourself.â Thereâs a sincerity in his voice, but the way he raises his hand to awkwardly wave you goodbye makes the whole ordeal just bizarre. Ron just stares at Mattheo with wide eyes as he leaves. âIf I didnât know any better I would think he genuinely cares for you, (y/n).â Yeah, if I didnât know any better⊠I would think the same.
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Mattheo had been on your mind ever since he left so awkwardly that night. You would often catch yourself trying to remember the warmth of that forehead kiss, his smell when you held onto him and his gentle words. It seemed so surreal. You shake your head trying to focus on the test in front of you, but again your thoughts drift to how ever since you passed out, not a single person has bothered you. Your eyes wander over to Mattheo obviously trying to see what Theo is writing on his test. In order to get yourself to focus, you promise yourself that youâll confront Mattheo after Snapeâs class.Â
You patiently wait outside the classroom while Mattheo and Enzo try to suck up to Snape, since they had a bad feeling about the test. When both guys enter the hallway you immediately step in front of them. âMattheo, can we talk?â Your voice came out softer than you expected. Enzo licked his lips, but Mattheo made sure nothing cheeky was said and sent Enzo away with one curt nod. âHow did your test go?â Mattheo asks, to your surprise he sounded like any other student. There was no mocking tone and mean eyes staring you down. âIt went pretty good, I guess⊠but you never know with Snape. Heâs not really fond of Gryffindors.â Mattheo smiles. âYou donât say. Hadnât noticed.â You chuckle and his eyes linger on your lips, adoring your soft laugh.Â
âHow are you?â He quickly picks up the conversation, worried his staring would weird you out. âIâm good. Iâve been eating properly and Ginnyâs been making sure I go to bed on time, Fred and Georgeâs orders.â A soft huff escapes Mattheoâs lips and you couldnât quite figure out what it meant. âTheyâre good friends, those Weasleyâs. Youâre lucky you have them watching over you.â You couldnât help but smile at him with loving eyes. There was something so adorable about Mattheo, you couldnât have believed it if he wasnât standing right in front of you. âThank you.â You whisper, making Mattheoâs eyes shoot up to lock onto yours. âIâm lucky to have you as well.â You move to stand on your tippy toes and give a feather light kiss on his cheeks, turning the cold Slytherin into a blushing love struck puppy. Â
Mattheo felt himself heat up and just stood there nailed to the floor as you walked away. And he could help but think back to Pansyâs words: This must be Gryffindor fever.Â
Word count: 1803
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Gothic Fantasy Fest 2024: Day 9 Reveals (Part Two)
Today's GFF highlights are focused on the submissions we received where the prompt was from our curated list of gothic tropes and themes. Mind the tags & Happy Reading! đŠ
Phoenix by @superfriction
"He knew he had been hovering on the edge of a cliff for a while now. No matter what he thought..."
Warnings: Cult AU | Emotional Abuse | Non-Con |
Rating: Explicit
Character(s)/Ship(s): Drinny (Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley)
Word Count: 7,831 words
Summary: It was meant to be a last resort. A way for Draco and others to put in the work to overcome the trauma of their childhoods and the Second War. It wasn't meant to become his reason for living. And it most certainly wasn't meant to be his way of finding safety and absolution in the willing and waiting arms of the organization's founder.
The Black Wedding by IzRoan
"This was the problem with Draco Malfoy. He brought out the worst in everyone around him..."
Warnings: Post-Hogwarts | Forced Marriage | Necromancy |
Rating: Explicit
Character(s)/Ship(s): Drarry
Word Count: 39,199 words
Summary:
Draco has returned to London off the tail end of a worldly expedition harboring a strange and possibly primordial illness. Try as they might, the Healers canât seem to parse out a cure for this magical ailment. Through endless toil, temper-tantrums, and spilt cups of coffee, Draco has found a remedy far older than anything the Healers have proposed: a Black Wedding. Only one unscrupulous orphan fits the ritualâs specifications, and Harry is elated to make himself as much of a nuisance in Dracoâs life as possible.
last will and testament by @nyenke
"Heâd left her between the sword and the cross, and he knew that she would make the most terrible choice for him..."
Warnings: Morally Grey | Blood Curse | Non-Con |
Rating: Mature
Character(s)/Ship(s): Drastoria
Word Count: 3,295 words
Summary:
But when the doctors said she only had half a decade, maybe seven years at most, left, with pregnancy a death sentence, heâd changed.
Maybe that was why heâd thrown himself into research.
The Castle is Alive by Aurora_Borealis3406
"He could feel it leaching away the last remnants of color from his soul. Hogwarts felt it too..."
Warnings: Sentient Hogwarts | 8th Year | Visions | Body Horror |
Rating: Explicit
Character(s)/Ship(s): Dreomione
Word Count: 7,351 words
Summary:
Theo just wanted to finish out his parole by attending his eighth year at Hogwarts with his girlfriend, but the one thing he'd left behind after the war is running from him. Draco Malfoy has always been someone he cared about, and he can't stand seeing his childhood best friend and ex-lover falling apart before his eyes.
Hogwarts also feels... wrong. Something is wrong. Voices whisper in his ears, he's seeing things that aren't really true, and dark, mysterious corridors keep drawing him and Hermione in.
What is Hogwarts trying to tell them?
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the calling of wolves and vipers master list
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44063604/chapters/110792472
chapter 1: excellent news and confusing reactions, ao3 chapter 2: unexpected guests of all varieties, ao3 chapter 3: wizengamot meetings and tense admissions, ao3
#harry potter#draco x hermione#draco malfoy#dramione#hermione granger#dreomione#draco malfoy x theodore nott#draco malfoy x hermione granger#draco malfoy x hermione granger x theodore nott
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*crawls out of the woodwork, poked by the venomous tentacula*
Chapter 27 of Dark and Bright is going up on AO3 later today... And thereâs... actual plot.
It starts with some wholesome morning-after-the-yule-ball smut, but then.. plot.
#dramioneo#theomione#draco malfoy x hermione granger#draco malfoy x hermione granger x theodore nott#draco malfoy x theodore nott#all that's best of dark and bright#dark and bright
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one shot:Â bad reputation
âą bad reputation
relationship: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger x Theodore Nott
rating: explicit
synopsis: Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott were looking for a third to enter their already established relationship and Hermione Granger fit the bill perfectly. The three of them had now been known as a triad for months after great success in finding a third for their relationship. Hermione, Draco, and Theodore are almost one hundred per cent always horny and can't keep their hands off of each other. They had gained a bad reputation in the newspaper, The Daily Prophet and in the gossip magazine, Witch Weekly, because of the number of times they had performed public displays of affection and it had advanced into things heavily not appropriate for public audiences.
word count: 2k
! ON AO3 !
#dreo#dreomione#Draco#Draco Malfoy#draco lucius malfoy#draco x hermione#draco x hermione x theo#Theodore Nott#Theo Nott#draco x theo#draco malfoy x theodore nott#draco malfoy x hermione granger#Hermione Granger#hermione#Hermione Jean Granger#draco malfoy x hermione granger x theodore nott#fanfiction#fanfic#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter fandom#Fanfic writer#dramione fanfiction#dramione#Dramione fanfic#dramione ff#dramione fandom#dramione ao3#dramione author#fandom#Harry Potter
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Reader: breaks up with any of my fictional crushes
Me: u dumb bitchđĄ how could you do this to me???
#how tf is this even possible????#whyyyyyyyyy#reader is a backstabber#eddie munson x reader#ethan landry x reader#theodore nott x reader#mattheo riddle x reader#rafe cameron x reader#bucky barnes x reader#lorenzo berkshire x reader#draco malfoy x reader#pansy parkinson x reader#hermione granger x reader#fred weasley x reader#george weasley x reader#tom riddle x reader#billy loomis x reader#luke castellan x reader
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teaching Tom Riddle how to love.
cw: fluff with smut
He has you pinned on his bedsheets, youâve sneaked away to his chambers just to do this, itâs not like youâve been dating, but youâve been hanging around â and fucking â each other for a while now, and for Tom, thatâs a really big deal.
Heâs been fucking you the way he wishes the past times, hard, rough, with your head flush against the pillow, ramming into you without any sorts of feelings, without attaching himself, itâs nice, pleasurable, but heâs been doing it for himself.
Heâs inside you already, cock stretching you out as he stays still, his head leans down to meet your neck, breathing your scent before he kisses your jaw, his lips moving to your ear.
âTell me how you like it.â His voice is low and it grumbles in your ear, when you canât answer right away, he gives you a slight thrust.
Your hands goes to his on your hips, slightly pushing him back before taking his hands and placing them over your breasts, his breath itches, he slightly massages the flesh, toying with your nipples as he lets you guide him.
âSlowlyâŠâ you mutter, he carefully starts moving his hips in a pace he hasnât used before, it all feels foreign, somehow more intimate but it still gets you to mewl so he doesnât complain. âLike that.â
Tom nods, he keeps rolling his hips into you, slow and soft so you can feel exactly every way his cock stretches you out, letting out slow whimpers as he does it.
âDoes it feel good?â He asks, another soft whisper in your ear as he makes his thrusts a little more sharp, taking your air out of your lungs and forcing a moan out of you.
âYes, just⊠hold me close.â You ask, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him flush to your body, slightly burying your head on your shoulder.
Tom hasnât felt like this before, like heâs being needed, he also didnât think that slow, passionate sex would feel so nice when he obviously prefers to do it the hard way.
But you like it.
So he keeps doing it the way you asked him to, leaning into the pleasure your cunt provides as the time passes, and when youâre done and both lazy and mushy next to each other, your head flush to his chest, he lets himself provide that care to you, hesitantly dragging a hand to your hair and brushing it away to see your face, thumb lightly caressing your exposed cheek.
âItâs not so unpleasant after allâ he thinks.
#tom riddle#tom riddle x reader#tom riddle x y/n#tom riddle x you#tom riddle x hermione granger#tom riddle x harry potter#tom riddle x ginny weasley#tom riddle x oc#tom riddle smut#tom riddle sr#tom riddle senior#tom riddle fanfiction#tom riddle fluff#tom riddle fic#tom riddle moodboard#tom riddle angst#harry potter#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter smut#harry potter fluff#harry potter fandom#harry potter x reader#harry potter x you#draco malfoy x reader#draco malfoy x you#theodore nott#theodore nott x reader#lorenzo zurzolo#đđ: tom riddle#webbluvrsugar
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Y/N: I donât even flirt that much.
Ron: Oh really? *Stands up,* Raise your hands if you think youâre dating Y/N.
Draco: *raises hand*
Theo: *raises hand*
Pansy: *raises hand*
Hermione: *raises hand*
Ron, side eyeing violently: Hermione Granger, what was that?
#gryffindor#harry potter#hogwarts#hp memes#hp movies#gryffindor reader#hp fandom#harry potter series#hp#slytherin reader#draco malfoy x you#draco malfoy x reader#draco malfoy#hermione granger#draco lucius malfoy#draco malfoy x gryffindor#draco malfoy x y/n#draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader#theodore nott x y/n#theodore nott#slytherin boys#theo nott#theo nott x reader#theodore nott x you#theodore nott x reader#pansy parkinson x you#pansy parkinson x reader#pansy parkinson#pansy parkinson x reader female#hermione granger x reader female
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Stuck forever by the... glue? | t.n x fem!reader
summary: you and theodore are quite literally âstuck togetherâ
warnings: a few innuendos
a/n: so iâve been MIA for a little while but i hope this 4k piece makes up for it đŹđŹđŹ
âjust make it to fridayâ
âjust make it to fridayâ
âjust make it to fridayâ
These were the five simple words that played in your mind since the beginning of the week.
Maybe it was because your mother had been sending you a letter every day, reinforcing the importance of your success in any exam you are to partake in, or because your professors had seemed to be putting extra pressure on you at the moment, or maybe⊠just maybe it was because you were simply tired, that every day seemed to be getting harder.
Your friends werenât much help, it wasnât their fault, they just couldnât understand the pressure you had been going through over the past few weeks. You had unintentionally pushed them away.
Friday morning at last.
You had a little while to kill before your first lesson of the day and had decided on sitting in the courtyard.
You were walking towards your usual seat behind the large oak tree when you noticed
a rather peculiar looking sketchbook in its place
You picked it up, and opened the first page, and there in the neatest writing was the words; Property Of Theodore Nott
Great.
You were just admiring the pattern on the front of the book when a hand on your wrist startled you.
Looking up, in all his glory was Theodore Nott.
You didnât have a chance to fully clock him, when he snatched the book from your hands.
âDid you open the book?â he asked, seeming to be catching his breath
âWhat?â
âi said did you open the book?â he urged, louder this time.
âNo⊠Nott i didnâtâ you answered
âright⊠well your blouse is undoneâ he nodded towards your chest.
You gasped slightly pulling your fingers towards the buttons, you felt around for a second until he started laughing âi liedâ
âwhy do you have to be such a dickâ you groaned noticing he tried to change the subject away from his sketchbook
âi guess i was born that wayâ he shrugged, with a slight grin on his face âwhy do you have to be such a prat?â
âi guess i was born that wayâ you huffed before walking away from him
Seeing as you had only a few minutes before your lesson, you had decided on going a bit earlier.
Professor Flitwick's classroom was already half-full, the usual chatter filling the air as students settled into their seats.
After what felt like an eternity, Flitwick clapped his hands together, drawing everyone's attention. "Alright, today we're going to practice some partner work. Pair up and choose the most interesting charm you can think of, the winning pair will be free from the assignment i am giving out laterâ
You groaned inwardly. Partner work meant having to socialize, something you didn't feel up to after the morning's events. You stayed seated, hoping someone would approach you. Instead, you felt a presence next to your desk. Looking up, you saw Theodore standing there,
"Iâll partner with youâ he said taking the seat next to you
You blinked in surprise. Maybe he was trying to sabotage you in revenge of the morningâŠ. but seeing some of the other options for partners, he didnât seem so bad
"fine"
The two of you moved to an empty corner of the classroom, while you grabbed a study guide to charms.
âWeâre not using thatâ theodore laughed
âwell unless youâre secretly a charms dictionary iâm not sure what you think we should useâ
He reached into his bag and pulled out a thick grey book, labelled âA masters guide to charmsâ
âSorry Nott i didnât know you were a masterâ you mocked him bowing your head down
âyeah yeah funnyâ he rolled his eyes opening the first page to its contents
âhow about this one?â you asked pointing to a picture of a beautiful ocean
âno way i donât really want to drown todayâ
you glared at his reply
âletâs do thisâ he hummed
âno way, iâm not turning everything edibleâ
âboringâ he sighed
âlets do thisâ âweâll do thisâ
you both said at the same time pointing to a photo of a man appearing to be stuck to a tree.
After agreeing on the spell and practising it without wands for a little while, You decided you should try it out.
âi have a pencil and a sharpener. Try on themâ you said pulling both out your pocket and placing them infront of him
Stepping back you watched theodore perform the spell.
one
two
three
ânothing happened?â you sighed
âi think i can see that myselfâ he grabbed the pencil and placed it closer to the sharpener
âletâs do it at the same time. That way it might be strongerâ you suggested and picked your wand up.
âoneâ you looked at him to ensure he was doing it correctly
âtwoâ he watched your hands to ensure you had placed your wand at the right pointâ
âThree!â Just as you both cast your charm, a sudden jolt sent your wands askew. You glanced up in surprise to see Fred and George Weasley barreling past.
"Watch it!" Theodore snapped, but it was too late.
The spell went haywire. You felt a strange pull on your hand and looked down to see your fingers stuck to Theodore's. His eyes widened as he tried to pull away, but your hands were firmly glued together.
"Fred! George!" you called after the twins, who had stopped and were now doubled over with laughter. "What did you do?"
"Nothing, love, it seems we just gave your charm a little nudge," Fred grinned, winking at you.
"we are very familiar with this charm" George added, chuckling.
"So you can fix this?" Theodore demanded, his usual cool demeanor slipping into frustration.
"Afraid not, mate. You'll have to wait it out," Fred said, still laughing. "The charm wears off in a 24 hours."
âEven if we performed it at the same time?â you asked
This seemed to make the twins laugh even harder
âletâs say an estimate of 48 hours thenâ
As the twins walked away, still laughing, you turned to Theodore. "This is your fault," you accused, trying to free your hand but only managing to make the bond tighter.
"My fault? You're the one who suggested we practice that spell," he shot back, though there was a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
âYou said it too!â you argued
âOkay stop pulling! itâs my hand too!â he said
"Well, now what?" you sighed, looking at your joined hands.
âwe need to find Hermione"
Theodore sighed "why?"
âbecause she is literally smarter than youâ
Navigating the crowded corridors of Hogwarts with your hand stuck to Theodore's was an exercise in patience.
Students cast curious glances your way, and whispers followed you down the halls. You kept your head down, focusing on getting to the Gryffindor common room as quickly as possible.
As you entered the common room, heads turned, and the chatter died down. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting by the fireplace, deep in conversation. They looked up simultaneously, eyes widening at the sight of you and Theodore hand-in-hand.
"What in Merlin's name?" Ron blurted out, almost dropping the chess piece he was holding.
Hermione stood up, her brows knitting in confusion. "Whatâs happening?"
You cleared your throat. "We had a bit of a mishap in Charms. Fred and George decided to 'assist' our spell, and now we're stuck like this."
Harry snorted, trying to hide his laughter. "Of course it was Fred and George."
You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment as Hermione approached, examining your joined hands. "Hmm, let me see," she muttered, pulling out her wand and waving it gently over your hands. "It's a strong charm. They must have amplified it somehow."
"Can you fix it?" you asked, desperation creeping into your voice.
Hermione bit her lip. "It might take a bit of time. This isn't a simple charm to reverse, especially if they boosted its strength. Let's sit down, and I'll see what I can do."
You and Theodore awkwardly made your way to a nearby table, still joined at the hand. Hermione began leafing through her Charms textbook, occasionally glancing up at your hands.
"Are you sure it wasn't intentional?" Harry teased, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Shut up, Potter," Theodore shot back, but there was no real malice in his voice.
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the heat rising in your face. "Can you please just help us, Hermione?"
"Alright, alright," she said, waving her hand to shush the boys. "I think I found something. It says here that a reversal spell should work, but it needs to be performed perfectly, or it could make things worse."
"Perfectly?" you echoed, feeling a pang of anxiety. "And if it goes wrong?"
"Well, we might end up with more than just your hands stuck together," Hermione admitted. "But don't worry, I've got this."
âOkay iâm ready⊠letâs do itâ you breathed in
âWait⊠i canât do it now, i need some time to practise it. As i said, it could go very wrong of not performed perfectlyâ
you groaned and fell backwards onto the sofa.
Theodore glanced at the clock on the wall, then at you, his expression shifting to one of mild panic. "I have to cut our despair short. I have Quidditch practice now."
You blinked at him, still processing the absurdity of the situation. "Okay, go then."
He raised your joined hands, giving you a pointed look.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione burst into laughter. Ron clutched his side, gasping for breath. "Good luck at practice, mate!"
Harry smirked. "Maybe you can use the bonding time to strategize."
Theodore rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. "Yeah itâs all fun and jokes now potter, but we have a match against you tomorrow."
Hermione cleared her throat, trying to stifle her giggles. "Alright, you two. Iâll need some time to figure this out. Why donât you⊠well, make the best of it?"
You groaned again, feeling the weight of the situation. "Great. Just fantastic."
Theodore tugged gently at your joined hands, pulling you toward the door. "Come on, i donât have all day."
As you approached the Slytherin locker room, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. Theodore seemed to sense your apprehension.
"I need to get changed," he said leading you into the locker room. The room was empty, the rest of the team already on the pitch.
You looked around, feeling incredibly awkward. "Um, how are we going to do this?"
Theodore glanced at his Quidditch uniform hanging on a nearby hook, then back at you. "We'll have to cut the sleeve of my uniform."
You stared at him, unsure if he was serious. "Cut the sleeve? Are you sure?"
He nodded, his expression resigned. "It's the only way. Unless you have a better idea?"
You shook your head, feeling a bit guilty. "No, I guess not. Do you have scissors?"
Theodore rummaged through his locker, producing a pair of small, sharp scissors. He handed them to you, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your hands.
"Alright, hold still," you instructed, carefully cutting through the fabric of his shirt sleeve. The sound of the scissors slicing through the material was oddly loud in the quiet locker room.
Theodore watched you, his expression unreadable, but you could feel his gaze burning into you. His breath hitched slightly as you drew closer to his skin, "You're surprisingly good at this," he said
You glanced up at him, surprised. "Really? I feel like I'm ruining your shirt."
He shrugged, "It's just a shirt. Besides, you can sew it back together later, right?"
You smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. "Yeah, I can do that. Don't worry, I'll fix it."
With the sleeve cut, Theodore carefully slid his arm out of the shirt, keeping your joined hands steady. He then reached for his Quidditch uniform
"Now for the hard part," he said, looking at the uniform's sleeve.
You repeated the process, cutting the sleeve of the uniform with as much precision as you could muster. The fabric was tougher, but you managed to make a clean cut. Theodore slipped into the uniform, and you couldn't help but admire how the green and silver suited him. His muscles flexed under the tight fabric, and for a moment, you found it hard to look away.
He smirked teasingly "stop checking me out."
You rolled your eyes, your face flushing. "youâre insufferable⊠iâm trying to make sure the sleeve fits right," you retorted.
The reality of your situation hit you again as you exited the locker room, your hands still firmly stuck together. Navigating the hallways and the field together was awkward, to say the least.
As you approached the Quidditch pitch, the rest of the Slytherin team was already in mid-practice, flying through the air, tossing Quaffles, and practicing their Beater drills.
The sight of you and Theodore hand-in-hand drew immediate attention.
Draco was the first to approach, a sly grin on his face. "whats happening here?" he laughed, "Nott, I didn't know you needed a babysitter for practice."
Theodore shot his friend a warning look. "Shut up, Draco."
Draco chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. âi thought you guys hated each other? when did you make it official?â he laughed louder this time
"You are the only one laughing" theodore said chuckling at him
âi feel sorry for youâ draco said towards you âanyway, letâs continue with practiseâ
You did your best to stay out of the way,
draco had allowed you and theo to simply sit in the stands while someone threw a bludger at him to try and hit.
he clearly didnât try hard enough as you got hit in your head twice.
A few of the players couldn't resist taking jabs at you and Theodore as they ran past.
"Hey, Nott, maybe she can be our good luck charm!" one of them called out, laughing.
"Or a distraction for the other team!" another added, snickering.
You clenched your jaw, trying to ignore the comments.
âtheyâre all stupidâ theodore would say
Finally, one player took it too far.
"Hey, Nott, why don't you just sleep with her already? Maybe that'll break the spell!"
Theodore stopped dead in his tracks, his face flushing with anger. "That's enough!"
a few members of the team fell silent, taken aback by his outburst. The player who made the remark, Marcus Flint, sneered. "What's the matter, Nott? Can't take a joke?"
Theodore scoffed. "Shut up you tosser, yes, she is a girl, but she didnât ask to be surrounded by you idiots, so the least you can do is respect her"
You could feel the tension radiating off him, and it was clear that his patience had reached its limit. Flint opened his mouth to retort, but before he could say anything, you stepped forward.
"Itâs okay," you said, "We didn't ask for this to happen, but we're dealing with it. So if you're done acting like children, maybe you can focus on your practise."
"Alright, enough," Draco said, his tone firm. "letâs end here today yeah, letâs just hope today was enough to get us our win tomorrowâ
As the Quidditch practice ended, the players dispersed, heading towards the locker room.
"I can't go in there," you said, tugging on Theodore's hand to stop him from entering. "I don't want to see anyone...you know, changing."
Theodore paused "Fine, we'll wait out here until they're done."
You both sat on the bench outside the locker room, Silence hung heavily between you, neither of you wanting to break it. Finally, Theodore spoke.
âyou should of punched flint, no one wouldâve of said anythingâ
âwell, iâm not one to start fights, that would make me recklessâ you sighed
Theodoreâs smirk widened. âwell you did suggest we do this spellâ he lifted up your hands âtogether, thatâs pretty reckless.â
âOh, please,â you retorted, turning to face him. âLike you didnât push for it too. That âIâm a master of charmsâ act? Such a joke.â
Theodoreâs eyes narrowed, and he leaned in slightly. âwell youâre always whining about how hard life is. If youâre so tired, maybe you shouldâve stayed in bed instead of trying to impress everyone.â
âImpress everyone?â you shot back, your faces inches apart. âNice try, but your house is all about being superior, right?â
âWell, if weâre talking about superiority,â Theodore said, his breath warm against your face, âmaybe you should look at your own house, the loudest bunch of show-offs.â
âLoud?â you challenged, your fingers brushing against his arm. âAt least weâre not sneaky and backstabbing. Iâd rather be loud than be a two-faced snake.â
Theodoreâs eyes flashed. âBetter sneaky than a blabbering idiot. At least I donât go around pretending to be perfect.â
âPerfect?â you scoffed, leaning in so close that your lips nearly brushed his. âYou think youâre so high and mighty. Well, youâre not.â
âYeah?â Theodoreâs voice dropped to a low murmur as he leaned even closer. âMaybe Iâm just tired of you acting like youâve got it all together.â
âYou mean like youâre tired of being a pompous jerk?â you spat, âIâm tired of your attitude.â
Your faces were so close now. Just as it seemed like something might actually happen, Theodore suddenly pulled back.
âHonestly, canât we just have one conversation without it turning into a drama?â Theodore said, crossing his arms and turning slightly away from you.
âOh, so now youâre the expert on handling disagreements?â you retorted,
âWell, youâre not exactly making it easy to like you,â Theodore snapped, turning towards you for the tenth time. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd youâre a completeââ you began, but your words were cut off as Theodoreâs lips almost touched yours again.
you both sat back
âLetâs just get this charm sorted and go our separate ways.â
You nodded, your jaw clenched.
âyour blouse is openâ he said staring at the pitch
âyeah nice tryâ
âiâm not jokingâ he urged
you discreetly looked down to see that your two buttons were, in fact undone.
you slowly dragged your hand towards your top, pulling theodoreâs hand with it.
Your fingers failed to do the button with his hand in the way.
âNott, please flatten your handâ you said lowly
he cleared his throat âif i flatten it⊠it would be on your chestâ
you breathed out and closed your eyes slowly, before flattening his hand yourself.
Theodore shifted, his hand still pressed awkwardly against your chest. His eyes met yours, and for a brief, unsettling moment, the anger seemed to dissolve into something else.
âYouâre such a...â Theodore started
âDonât start,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
âYou make me feel... things I donât want to deal with.â
After visiting Hermione, who delivered the disappointing news that you and Theodore might be stuck like this for another day, the reality of the situation set in. The idea of spending an entire night with your hands stuck to Theodore's was less than appealing.
After agreeing on it, you both reluctantly made your way to the Astronomy tower. The tension was high, and you could feel every small touch between youâwhether it was Theodore adjusting his position or the slight bump of your hands against each other.
âI guess we should figure out where weâre going to sleep,â Theodore said
âRight,â you replied, trying to sound collected despite the discomfort. âDo you have any suggestions?â
Theodore shrugged, glancing around the tower as if searching for an escape route. âWe could just sit here until morning?â
You sighed, feeling the exhaustion of the day catch up with you. âFine. Just... letâs try to make this as bearable as possible.â
You both found a quiet corner of the tower and made yourselves as comfortable as you could, given the circumstances.
âSo,â Theodore began after a moment of silence, âsince weâre stuck together, we might as well talk.â
âTalk?â you asked, raising an eyebrow. âWhat could we possibly have to talk about?â
âPlenty,â Theodore said with a shrug. âWeâve been arguing nonstop. Maybe itâs time we actually had a proper conversation.â
You considered this for a moment. âAlright, fine. What do you want to talk about?â
âLetâs start with why you always act like the world is out to get you,â Theodore said, leaning back against the wall.
You stared at him, taken aback by the question. âWhat makes you think I act that way?â
âYou always seem so stressed and ready to snap,â Theodore explained. âItâs like youâve got this cloud hanging over you.â
âmaybe i doâ
A brief silence followed, during which you both seemed to be lost in thought.
âSo,â Theodore said, breaking the silence, âwhat annoys you the most about meâ
You laughed slightly. âYour carelessness.â
Theodore chuckled softly. âi care about a lot of things actuallyâ
âyeah? like whatâ
he stared at you in a comfortable silence, leaving that question unanswered
You smiled faintly
As the evening wore on, you both found it increasingly difficult to ignore the closeness of your situation. The moonlight made even the smallest touches feel more significant.
Eventually, you both fell asleep, leaning against each other for support.
You rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. âOh, this is just perfect,â you groaned, pushing yourself up and realizing just how tangled up you were. âWe need to get to our dormitories and change. Itâs almost time for the Quidditch match.â
You glanced around the tower, feeling the urgency of the situation. Theodore sat up, still a bit dazed, and ran a hand through his messy hair. âThen we need to find hermioneâ
You both maneuvered to stand up, your hands still firmly attached. It was a delicate balance, trying not to trip over each other as you made your way out of the Astronomy Tower.
The corridors of Hogwarts were quieter at this hour, but you still drew curious glances from early-rising students who whispered and pointed as you and Theodore hurried by.
Once you got to your dorm you instructed theo to turn around while you changed.
after you had gotten ready you both sprinted to the locker room and sighed in relief at hermione waiting there you.
You both lifted your hands infront of her ready to be freed
âi canât perform the spellâ
âwhat?â
âitâs too dangerous, i even consulted with mcgonagall, she said that we will just have to wait it outâ
You sighed, feeling frustration âItâs okay, Hermione. Thank you for trying.â
Hermione gave you both a sympathetic smile. âIâll head to the stands and watch the match. Good luckâ
As Hermione walked away, you turned to Theodore, âIâm really sorry about this, Theo. I know how much this match means to you.â
He looked at you, his eyes softening. âItâs okay. Weâll have to try and manage.â
The tension between you seemed to dissolve slightly as you both stood there
The Quidditch match was about to start, and with the stands starting to fill up, you found yourselves standing closer than you had all day. The space between you seemed to shrink and In a moment of impulsive decision, Theodore leaned in, and before either of you could second-guess, your lips met his.
When the kiss ended, you pulled back slightly, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you. You noticed, with a jolt, that Theodoreâs hands were now resting comfortably on your waist. The realization hit you, and you looked at him in surprise. âTheo⊠your hands are on my waist.â
Theodore blinked, confusion crossing his face, before it dawned on him. âWaitââ he started, looking at your hands which were now free.
You both stared at each other, âI guess we really did have to kiss to break the spell,â you joked with a light laugh.
Theodore chuckled and a genuine smile lit up his face. âI suppose so.â
âWell,â Theodore said, âIâd better get changed before the match starts. Iâm sure the teamâs been waiting for me.â
âyeahâ you said, smiling slightly. âgood luck.â
he quickly leaned forward to kiss you one last time before fake saluting you with a smile on his face and turning towards the locker room.
âwait theodoreâ
he turned around
âyour buttons undoneâ you pointed to his trousers
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A Green and Silver Ring (Mattheo Riddle x Reader)
An arranged marriage between you and Mattheo, one that might lead to something beautiful
Word Count: 10.3k
I know I haven't posted in a long time but I have a plan trust the process. Also, this is me coming out and saying that I love Mattheo Riddle and he's amazing
Warnings: Swearing, bad and manipulative parenting from both Mattheo and readerâs parents, a lot of misogyny (a bit from Mattheo but he gets better by a lot and itâs not that bad), arguments, Tom isnât Mattheoâs brother and Tom is a creep, arranged marriage, one bed trope, enemies to lovers, greek mythology reference, talk of kids, needing kids to carry on family lines, and kids. Mistress is the feminine term for master (so reader isnât Mattheoâs side piece when I refer to her as mistress), old timey talk a bit, reader is a bookworm
From the desk of Ginevra
My dearest friend,
My parents have informed me of your engagement. I was ecstatic, yet surprised, when I heard the news. I was of the assumption that your parents were allowing you to choose your husband as your family line is secure in your brother and his wife. Yet, once I learned who your husband-to-be is, I was trepidatious.Â
My thoughts are with you, my darling friend, and I pray for you to write to me the moment you get my letter.Â
I hate to break the news, but you and your fiancĂ© are the talk of high society. Never before have two such families been intertwined. Even I have had to scold my brothers for their gossip. They seem to forget that our families are close friends.Â
I do not ask why your parents have made such a decision. I know they are intelligent adults and surely must have a motive, but I admit that I am blind in that regard. Your engagement seems sudden and unwarranted to me. When questioned, my mother sighed and said I would understand when I grew older. My mother continues to baffle me. I have borne two children and a third on the way! If I am not mature now, I better gain some knowledge quickly.Â
Always remember that I am by your side. If you ever need anything, my door is always open to you. I am sure Harry will agree.Â
I love you, my friend.
Ginny
From the office of Lorenzo
Miss. L/n,
I believe weâve never been formally introduced. Iâm saddened to say that this letter is as formal as weâll get - at least until your wedding. I am sure you must be taciturn and mercurial as of now. My father has told me much about you and I believe weâll make excellent friends and confidants in our hectic world.Â
Youâre to be my new half-sister, arenât you? My relatives and friends are petulant to meet you.Â
Before any rumours (either about myself or your fiancĂ©) hit your ears, Iâll put a rest to them. Bellatrix, your fiancĂ©âs mother, had an affair with my father. They produced me and in return, I have the privilege of being your fiancĂ©âs half-brother.Â
Being a bastard child, Iâm no stranger to being ostracised and ridiculed. To be blunt, Iâm sure that you will be ostracised alongside me and I believe that is one reason we can connect.Â
For rumours of my half-brother, I simply say this: do not fear him. He relishes in the consternation he places in other people, yet when he heard he was to marry you, I saw panic in his eyes like no other. It seems the tables have turned. He is hesitant to be wed, but you are not the problem. He simply doesnât want to have the responsibility of anotherâs life on his. Your fiancĂ© is used to belittling people - not supporting them as a husband should.
Any questions you have about your fiancĂ© and my half-brother (whom in case I didnât make clear, are one and the same), refer to me without any qualms. I am eager to meet you and hopefully make your transition into the Riddle family smoother.
I am well aware you have also lived your life in the upper echelons of society. But, as Iâm sure you know, there are multiple circles in our complicated community. The L/ns, the Weasleys, and the Potters, for example, have grown their fortunes truthfully and innocently. They have earned the respect of their people and those whom they employ. The Riddles, Blacks, and Berkshires, on the other hand, have climbed the ranks in unconventional means and by skipping a few rungs on the ladder. They thrive and make their living on the terror and duress they cause those under them.
Iâm looking forward to making your acquaintance.
Lorenzo Berkshire
P.S. I hope I havenât scared you off.
From the office of L/n
Daughter,
Youâll be pleased to hear the engagement has gone through. Your mother and I met your fiancĂ© last night. He seems like a nice man. He will be able to provide for you. His family is influential.
We will return home late tomorrow evening. You will depart for Riddle Estate in a week. Begin packing.Â
Your father
From the desk of Ginevra
Y/n,
You worry me with your lack of communication. Usually, you canât wait to gossip with me. We have such fun at dinners and balls, yet with the most important aspect of yourself, you donât respond. Iâm simply worried, my friend. Are you alright? I can envision you curled in your bed, not letting anyone, even your nursemaid, into your room. Please do not let your impending marriage affect your state of health. It will turn out alright. Everyone I know (even me!) had apprehensions about their marriage. And with everyone I know, it turned out alright.Â
Misters Sirius and Remus visited Harry and I the day before last. They came to see James and Albus, but I know there was a hidden reason as well. They know of our friendship and came to ask if the rumours are true. As much as my husband adores them, Sirius in particular can be prone to gossip. The pair tittered and tsked when I told them of your fiancé. Sirius wishes to distance himself from his family, and I know he has pre-existing thoughts of the Black family, and by extension, the Riddles.
Sometimes I take a moment to gaze at the family tree upon my drawing room wall. It is full of interconnected lines and squiggles that sometimes, it makes my head hurt! The web of family ties is complicated and if weâre not somehow related already, I know that we will be once your marriage takes place. It seems the Black family spreads its roots into the Weasley family and the Riddle family- the latter of which youâll soon be synonymous with.
Give yourself some grace. Your fiancé falls far from the tree; I am sure of it.
Please write to me. I need to make sure my closest friend is doing well.Â
Best wishes,Â
Ginny
P.S. Hermione wishes to inform you that, from what sheâs heard, your Mr. Riddle is quite attractive. I have yet to hear any of the rumours myself, but at least your husband will be pleasing to the eye. Perhaps it will make the marriage more bearable.Â
***
Mattheo strode leisurely through Riddle Manor. It was one of the many estates his family owned, and it was soon to be officially his. Just as soon as he married the L/n girl.
The manor was spacious, which Mattheo couldnât help but detest. How was he and a wife supposed to fill this void of empty rooms and dark halls? He knew servants and cooks would move in, but they wouldnât occupy the dozens of upper rooms that were vacated.Â
For a brief moment, Mattheo couldnât help but envision a set of children running around the halls. One of the children would run up to him, shouting, âPapa! Papa!â Mattheo would scoop the child up, grinning, and would carry them to their room. The room would be bright and cheerful, and maybe, just maybe, you would be sitting on a settee, cradling a newborn or helping an older child with their school work.
But for now, the room was dark and uninviting and he had yet to meet his future wife. He had seen a portrait of the L/n family and while they were in lavish, colourful clothing, Mr. and Mrs. L/n seemed cold and stoic - just like his parents. The children, an older son and younger daughter (whom he presumed to be you), seemed kinder and by their body language, Mattheo could tell that the two siblings were close.Â
Mattheo slowly made his way down the hall. There were three wings of the manor; two were residential and the other was designed for taking guests. The East Wing - in which he and Miss. L/n would stay - was also fit with an office for him. He was expected to take over half of the family business once he got married. The West Wing would remain empty for now, sans for a large library and the furniture in the bedrooms.Â
The boy knew that his bride was to arrive later that day. She would stay at Riddle Estate until the end of the week. Just three short days before they were to be wed in name. Mattheo would move into Riddle Manor tonight, giving servants time to wipe the dust off of tables, shine the silverware, and fluff the pillows.Â
Mattheo walked the halls of his new home. His mind was devoid of any thoughts. Perhaps it was simply because he was always numb. Even when he heard of his engagement, Mattheo didnât make a fuss. He didnât remember thinking anything. Nothing such as âOh, I canât wait to meet her!â or even, âI canât believe mother and father are arranging my marriage! She better be obedient.âÂ
No, Mattheo had thought nothing of the sort. He had spent his childhood quietly observing his father and mother, noticing the amount of fear they could inflict on people just by silence. You didnât have to be loud and dramatic to be powerful. You simply couldnât be afraid to follow up on your promises - however deadly they were.Â
The only question Mattheo had asked when Bellatrix informed him of his engagement was, âand what do we gain from the L/nâs?â
Bellatrix had shot him an callous and apathetic look. âDo not ask questions you neednât the answers to, boy.âÂ
Mattheo had glowered, but shut his mouth.Â
As he neared the foyer, Mattheo couldnât help but think how marriage was a component in all aspects of his life. When he got married to the L/n girl, he would inherit a portion of his fatherâs estates, company, and wealth. Mattheo chucked to himself. Maybe he shouldâve gotten married sooner.
***
âPray tell, why werenât you here when she arrived?â Bellatrix snarled as she gripped Mattheoâs arm. Her nails dug into his suit as she dragged him towards the drawing room.
âI was busy,â Mattheo replied harshly. Love was not a thing that came instinctively to his family.Â
âDoing what? Planning your suidide?â Bellatrix scoffed. âI would march to the Underworld and choke Hades to bring you back.â Mattheo glanced down at his mother, hesitantly surprised. But he knew better than to raise his hopes and dreams. âWe need this contract with the L/nâs,â Bellatrix continued and Mattheoâs jaw ticked. Of course. She didnât love him; she never had. Her son was purely business. He shouldâve known better.
âMaybe if you would tell me what the L/nâs provide for us,â Mattheo pulled Bellatrix back before she threw open the door to where you were. âThen I would be more complacent.â
Bellatrix sneered. âYou think youâre smart, boy. You think you have everything figured out in that pretty little head of yours. But remember: youâre nothing without the Riddle family name backing you up.â She paused and licked her lips. âBut if you must know,â Bellatrix sighed, giving into Mattheo. âThe L/nâs just came into some very⊠lucrative land that we could gain from if you marry Miss. Y/n L/n.â
Mattheoâs eyes flickered to the drawing room door. After a moment, he asked, âis that her name? Y/n?âÂ
Bellatrix stared at him, aghast. âYou didnât bother to learn her name?!â She scoffed. âWith a son like youâŠâÂ
She pushed open the drawing room doors and Mattheo trudged after her, muttering, âat least I know her name now.â
You had been waiting for seven minutes and thirty nine seconds in the drawing room of Riddle Estate, the trackage of time dependent on the old grandfather clock standing ominously in the corner. Its pendulum swung back and forth continuously as its second hand ticked by. Mrs. Riddle had left seven minutes and thirty nine seconds ago to fetch her son.Â
While the room was perfectly clean, not a speck of dust on even the highest chandelier, it was still a cold and morose room, yet oddly epochal. The wood was the darkest mahogany you had ever seen and the lights cast odd shadows on the dark green wallpaper that had inlays of gold.
Your teacup that you were trying to hold steady was filled with a sad excuse for tea. There was a ring of gold around the mouth of the teacup. On the table beside you, a notch that looked as if someone dug a knife into the surface caught your attention. It was the little things like this that you noticed when you had nothing else to do. Your mind was trying to distract you.
The door then swung open and there stood your fiancé, his stare daring you to oppose him.
âUh,â you stood, your teacup and saucer still in hand. You quickly placed them on the table, right over the knife nick. âY/n L/n,â you introduced yourself. You bowed your head in an informal curtsy.Â
Mattheoâs eyes flickered over your face. âMattheo Riddle,â he said coldly. His voice was practically velvet. You didnât mean to look him up and down, but you couldnât help it. He was to be your husband, after all.
Mattheoâs hair coiled at the end and his eyes were just as dark as his curls. His nose had a scarred cut on it that looked as if it was just beginning to heal. Your fiancĂ©s cheekbones were practically sculpted from marble and for a moment, you believed that the gods had simply breathed life into a statue. Did this make you Pygmalion and Mattheo Galatea?
If it werenât for their lethal eyes and stern posture, perhaps more would be friendly to the Riddles.
Mattheo spoke, âyouâre to be my fiancĂ©e.â It wasnât a question.Â
âYes.â You had the urge to add âsirâ at the end, but you bit your tongue.Â
Bellatrix hissed something to Mattheo and thrust a small object into his hands. Mattheo rolled his eyes and stalked towards you. âMy family ring,â he grumbled. He held out an intricate silver ring with three bands interweaving. A green jewel cut into a thin diamond shape sat steadily in the middle. âIt has been in the Riddle family for generations. Itâs tradition to pass it down to the wife of the firstborn son. And now that is youâŠâÂ
He trailed off and handed the ring to you, it laying flat on his palm. You took it from him, trying to minimise contact with Mattheo. You nodded in thanks and slid it into your ring finger.Â
It seemed too concrete to fathom.
Mattheo stared at the ring on your finger. A muscle jumped in his jaw. âMy⊠wife,â he murmured halfheartedly.
***
Three weeks had passed since the wedding and it was as if you had never gotten married in the first place. Yes, it was unsettling to wake up in a bed that wasnât your own next to a man that you were supposed to call your own. But other than necessary, Mattheo had hardly uttered a word to you.
In the three weeks you had stayed there, you had seen Mattheo a total of twenty eight times, including mornings and nights when you were forced to sleep in the same bed.Â
Your mornings, afternoons, and nights were all incredibly boring. You took long meals, pushing your food around. Sometimes you just sat by the window and watched the wind blow bits of grass and dirt past the window. The servants were still extracting the dust between the couch cushions and you tried to stay out of the way, but it only made you feel more isolated.
Mattheo was holed up in his office day in and day out. He had now inherited a large portion of his fatherâs company and Mattheo was determined to uphold the honour bestowed upon him. He had drafted contracts, sold and bought land, and even hosted a few dinner parties for his associates.Â
You detested the dinner parties. Thankfully, Mattheo had yet to invite you to one - hell, he had yet to speak to you about the dinner parties. You had learned of the first dinner party when you had wandered downstairs one late evening because you were thirsty. You had stared at the group of strangers, all dressed in elegance, as they stared back at you in your night clothes. Not saying a word, you had sighed and returned upstairs.
You hadnât been eager for the marriage, but wouldn't it befit Mattheo to show some affection? Or at least acknowledge your presence?
While you had continuously tried to get your husband to open up to you, his answers had been short and venomous.
It had been a long, monotonous day for you. You had returned to the master bedroom about two hours earlier than you normally would have if you were at home.
With the wealth that you came from, the opulence was sure to be evident, but you had underestimated the Riddle familyâs prestige. When Mattheo had first shown you your shared bedroom, you had to allow a flicker of surprise break through your facade. The bedroom was larger than any room in your old home and had a large bed in the middle. The lamps on the bedside table were always dimly lit and the design of the room was the same as the rest of the house - dark and bereft of love and care.Â
Your hair had been brushed enough, but you kept brushing simply for something to do while Mattheo finished up in the bathroom. Mattheo walked out of the ensuite with a towel wrapped around his waist. His curls were plastered to his forehead and a bead of water ran down his sternum.
Your eyes flickered to his figure through the mirror, taking in the dips and curves of Mattheoâs muscles as he silently got ready for bed. You tore your gaze away, berating yourself.
You built up your courage and tried to think of a conversation starter. You commented, âmy parents wrote to me today.â After no reply from Mattheo, you continued, âthey asked me when we would give them grandchildren.â You set your hairbrush down and stared at Mattheo through the mirror, looking for some sort of reaction.
Mattheo hummed noncommittally and put on some sleep pants. He used his towel to begin drying his hair. âIt would be behoove us to produce some heirs,â he spoke. His tone was dismissive, as if children were nothing more than an obligation or duty to fulfil.
âRight,â you muttered, knowing that an uninterested reaction was all you were going to get out of him.Â
You stood and moved towards the bed. âGoodnight,â you whispered, turning off the bedside lamp and tucking yourself into bed. Mattheo was still putting on his nightclothes and had yet to get into bed.
As you turned off the light and got into bed, Mattheo finished drying himself off and slid into his own pyjamas. He sat down beside you, but didn't bother turning off his own lamp. Instead, he laid against the headboard, reading a book. "Goodnight," he finally mumbled, not even looking at you.
You curled into your blanket. After a moment, you asked quietly, âwhat book are you reading?â
He looked at you over the top of his book. "None of your business," he replied curtly.
You simply uttered, âokay.âÂ
Mattheo felt an unwanted and unusual feeling root itself deep in his stomach. He scoffed and said sarcastically, "fine. Go ahead and keep asking questions all night long if it amuses you so." He opened his book again and pretended to read.
A longing and lonely pang resonated in your chest at his harsh words. You didnât respond and instead turned your face into your pillow. You had known that your marriage was to be loveless, but it still hurt at every unspoken word. Perhaps, if you had been five years younger when you married Mattheo, your spirit would still be alive with the juvenile belief that you could stand up to him.
Mattheo huffed and his gaze turned up to stare at the wall ahead of him. âIf youâre so miserable, then why donât you just leave?â he snapped, not even bothering to hide his bitterness. âI am sure your family would simply love to have you back.â He flipped another page in his book, not even bothering to look at the printed words.
âI never said I was miserable,â you answered quietly, even though Mattheo knew it wasnât true. Perhaps, though, you believed it to be true. You took a steadying breath, closing your eyes.
Your husband smirked and leaned against the headboard. âWhat do you call your attitude, then? Why are you so downtrodden and defeated? Surely, you canât blame me for being frustrated by it.â He knew that he should be taking account of making you feel this way, but he still tried to justify his behaviour.Â
âGoodnight,â you reiterated.Â
Mattheo sighed dramatically. âWhatever,â he grunted. He closed his book, threw it on the nightstand, and turned off his lamp. The room was encased in darkness except for the dim moonlight coming through the window. He shifted towards the edge of the bed, making sure a noticeable gap was between the two of you.Â
He thought back to your conversation. âWhy donât you just leave?âÂ
It was too late now to apologise.
***
Mattheo let the door swing shut behind him, returning to Riddle Manor after an outing with friends. He glanced around, waiting for a servant to take his coat, but no one answered. An eyebrow cocked, Mattheo slowly walked up the stairs, hearing you instruct the servants on something, every other sentence of yours either containing, âpleaseâ or âthank youâ. Up on the landing, he found you directing a servant who was pulling a rack of your clothing. âWhat the hell are you doing?â he demanded. âHave you lost your damn mind? Are you trying to send a message or something?âÂ
âYouâve made it perfectly clear that you have no interest in me, so Iâm trying to make this marriage as civilised as possible,â you said diplomatically. âI believe that if I move to the West Wing and leave you in the East Wing, it will benefit our marriage.â
âWhat exactly do you hope to accomplish with this piteous attempt at attention?â he asked rhetorically. âDo you think itâll make me want you more?â He stuck his tongue in his cheek, grinning incredulously. âYouâre delusional if you think thatâs even remotely possible.â He stepped closer to you, towering over you with anger in his eyes. âThis is not some game, L/n. This is marriage. Youâre stuck with me whether you like it or not.âÂ
âIâm aware that weâre married, Riddle,â you retorted. âAnd donât refer to me by L/n anymore. I am now a Riddle - just like you. However, I am not going to live in a state of constant sorrow and dejection. Having a wing of the mansion to myself may help.âÂ
Mattheoâs jaw tightened as he stared at you, irritated by your resistance. âFine,â he growled. âBut donât expect me to come running after you when you decide you want attention. Youâre on your own now.â He turned away from you and walked into his now solo bedroom. âJust remember - this is your choice.âÂ
You felt your anger inflate. âI thought you would like this!â Your voice rose and you tugged a hand through your hair. It was the first time in your marriage that you had fought back. âI have done everything I can to please you, yet nothing is enough for you!â Your voice turned desperate. âWhat do you want from me?â
He stopped in his tracks, turning around with surprise and disgust on his face. âDammit, Y/n! Donât yell at me like that!â His voice thundered, stepping towards you. âI never asked for any of this! I didnât ask for a wife or for you to try so hard to please me! All of this is ridiculous.â His hand slashed through the air to make a point. âAll I want is some space. Space to figure out what the hell I want. But letâs make one thing clear: I donât care about you.â
âAm I not giving you space?â Your fists clenched at your sides. âI am moving out of the bedroom and out of your way. Yet, you erupt at me and get angry over nothing! You send me mixed messages and I donât know what to do.â
Mattheo took a breath, trying to regain control over his emotions. âI am not erupting! Lord, you are so sensitive!â he snapped, running a hand over his face. âCanât you listen for once? I am not sending you mixed signals. I am trying to figure out my place in this unorthodox situation weâre in.â
After a beat of silence, you asked firmly, âdid you talk about me?â After seeing a flicker of confusion on his face, you clarified, âwhen you were out with your friends, did you talk about me? Did you rant about how annoying I was? Did you complain about marriage?â
His lips parted before taking a breath. âYes, I talked about you,â he admitted begrudgingly. âI complained about how frustrating I find you and how frustrated I am with my parents for arranging this senseless marriage.â
âWhat did they say?â you insisted. âDid they sympathise? Did they laugh at me? Did they add fuel to your fire by commenting about how⊠how âneedyâ and âsensitiveâ I am?â
Mattheo made a low sound in his chest and rubbed his temples, frustrated by your persistence. âThey agreed with me, yes. A few believed that you are too emotionally attached and sentimental. Others chalked it up to the pains of an average marriage.â
Your anger flared up and you said, âLet me tell you this: I never wanted marriage either. But I at least tried. I tried to be a nice and loving wife and a kind human.â You turned on your heel, marching out of the bedroom and towards the West Wing.
Mattheo watched you go, an unwanted feeling of guilt washing over him. He sighed and walked over to the window. âFuck,â he muttered under his breath. âWhy is everything so damn complicated?â
For the next couple of weeks, you stayed true to your word. You avoided Mattheo and his office and stayed in your wing of the mansion. After a week or two, you decided to explore the mansion, stumbling upon a magnificent library. You inhaled in veneration when someone cleared their throat. Mattheo stood behind you, raising an brow. After a silence, you said recalcitrantly, âyou never told me that Riddle Manor had a library.â
He smirked at your thinly veiled hatred, amused despite himself. âWell, now you know,â he said dryly. âItâs a perk of living in a Riddle household.â He walked over to a bookshelf and began browsing for a book he required for a contract that was being drafting. He showed no sign of embarrassment or discomfort at your presence. âYou may use it whenever you want. But donât expect me to join a book club or anything juvenile.â
âI would never dream of it,â you said sarcastically. You step further into the library and canât help but gape at the vastness. You trailed your fingers over the book spines, breathing in the smell of old books. You crouched down to examine a series of poetry titles. âI can read any of these?â you asked hesitantly.
He nodded and leaned against the shelf behind him, crossing his arms over his chest. âFeel free to read whatever you would like. Theyâre here for the entire household. Well, the servants donât have time to read books, so in a Riddle household, the parents and children use the library the most.â Your hand faltered over the titles. âIf you find something that catches your eye, go ahead and take it. I wonât stop you.â There was a hint of curiosity in his voice, as if he wished to know what topics and books piqued your interest. You hummed quietly, not fully acknowledging his words. You were already picking up a book and leafing through it. Mattheo watched you for a moment, his eyes softening briefly.
Everyday, you returned to the library. It was an escape from the walls of your room and the walls that Mattheo had put up around his heart.
Eventually, the servants recognised your routine and began to start a fire in the fireplace to keep you warm. They moved a loveseat in front of the fire that you gratefully used. You devoured the poetry collection, including Shakespeare and Edgar Allen Poe, and started on the classics. Every once in a while, Mattheo would come into the library, but he wouldnât talk. He simply took a book and returned to his study. Sometimes, you wondered if he remembered you lived in the mansion with him.Â
Mattheo found himself frequenting the library more often, looking for books he had never needed before. A swell of pride filled him whenever he saw you by the fire, knowing that something in his home brought you such comfort. He still refused to speak to you, maintaining distance and ignoring your existence, but he found himself increasingly drawn to your presence.Â
One day, on a whim, he decided to take a risk and left a stack of his favourite books on the table next to your chair. That afternoon, you found the stack of books. You smiled despite yourself, though you didn't make any comment to Mattheo. You picked up the first book, sat down in the chair, and began to read.
A week later, Mattheo was hosting a dinner party for his associates. He didnât say a word about it to you, though you heard the servants preparing for it. You decided not to go, opting to stay in your safe haven of the library.Â
After an hour or so of faint music, you heard the door to the library squeak open and your head whipped up. You saw one of Mattheoâs friends, Tom, enter and look around. He spotted you and his lips curled up into a smirk. âSo youâre the wife weâve heard so much about?âÂ
Your stomach clenched and you replied, âI guess so.â
Tomâs smirk grew wider as he took in your terse response, enjoying your obvious discomfort. He approached you with a lecherous gaze in his eyes before asking, âand how do you find life as Mrs. Riddle? Are you enjoying yourïżœïżœ arrangement?â His words dripped with sarcasm, not believing for a moment that you and Mattheo were married for love.
You stared at him. âIt has its perks,â you said simply.
Tom laughed derisively at your response, not convinced by your nonchalance. âAnd what are those perks?â he asked, moving closer to you. âExtravagant gifts? Luxurious vacations? Or simply the privilege of being married to such a powerful man?â
You squared your shoulders. âI am powerful without a man,â you said sharply. âI do not need a man to determine my worth and prowess.â
Tom scoffed. âReally? How exactly did you become powerful on your own?â he asked, challenging you. âI find it hard to believe that you could ever achieve anything significant without the backing of a powerful husband behind you.â He leaned in closer, grinning.
You closed your book with a snap. âThe L/n family,â you said, talking of your maiden lineage, âhas had control over many estates and affairs for decades. Without Mattheo Riddle, I wouldâve inherited half of it, second only to my brother. I wouldâve had four auspicious companies at my ready disposal, capable of doing most anything. So, yes, sir, I would have been momentous without him.â
Tomâs smirk faded as he recognised your family name. He remained undeterred, however, stating, âthat explains why your husband was so eager to marry you. He must see you as a valuable asset to his business empire.â
As you opened your mouth to retort, the door banged open and Mattheo strode into the library.
Mattheo had noticed Tomâs absence from his party, but when it became too long to be excused as a restroom break, Mattheo had asked his brother, Enzo, if he had seen where he had gone. Enzo had smiled a small smile and whispered, âTom went to the library. Where your darling wife stays hidden.â
Mattheo saw red.Â
He barged into the library, a deadly, lethal, and borderline possessive look deep in his eyes. When he saw Tom flanking you, Mattheoâs expression darkened and his hands clenched into a ready fist. âWhat the hell are you doing here?â Mattheo demanded, his voice low and dangerous. âThis is a private wing of my home - not some place for you to bother my wife.âÂ
Mattheo moved closer to you, placing himself between you and Tom as if to protect you from further harm.Â
Tom quickly stepped back and placed a confident demeanour on his face. âI was simply having a conversation with your lovely wife here,â Tom gritted his teeth.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, showing clearly that Tom was lying and intruding. You saw Mattheoâs eyes flicker down to you, his eyes softening reassuringly before snapping back to Tom, malice in his gaze.Â
âDonât lie to me,â Mattheo snapped at Tom. âThereâs no need for any sort of interaction or conversation with my wife unless I am present.â Mattheo placed a hand on the top of your chair, his fingers gripping it and his bicep flexing slightly to warn Tom.
Tomâs eyes flicked with something you hadnât seen before: fear. Fear commonly associated with the Riddle name. He adjusted his collar and straightened his posture. âOf course, Mr. Riddle,â he said bitterly.
You raised a brow. âI think itâs time for you to go now,â you said, your face stoic. Tom bowed his head slightly before exiting the library. You didnât look up to meet Mattheoâs eye. You murmured, âyou didnât have to do that. I had it covered.â
Mattheo watched Tom until he completely left the room before turning to look down on you. His voice was threatening, âyou may have been able to handle Tom, but I wonât tolerate anyone disrespecting or harassing you while youâre under my roof. Consider this a warning - if anyone tries to cross you again, they will regret it.âÂ
âPerhaps you should tell your coworkers that. Not me,â you replied.Â
Mattheoâs expression was cold. âFine. I will,â he growled. âI will not sit idly by and allow anyone to disrespect my wife.â He let go of your chair and adjusted the cuffs of his suit. As if in a business meeting, he said, âAnd consider this another warning: if you continue to act so stubbornly, I wonât hesitate to remind you of your place in this marriage.â
âMy place in this marriage is your wife!â you cried out, finally standing up. âYour equal! Something you seem to forget until itâs convenient for you. Or until another man threatens your⊠your property! I doubt you see me any differently than this house or your assets.â
Mattheo grabbed onto your arm tightly, pulling you close and leaning down so his face was inches from yours. âDo not ever speak to me like that. You are not my equal - you are my wife and I decide what is best for both of us. If you cannot accept that, then you should reconsider your place in this marriage.â He released your arm and turned away from you, striding towards the door. âI suggest you reflect on your behaviour,â he added icily, leaving the room without looking back.
After he left the library, you let out a scream of frustration. You shoved the pile of books that Mattheo had carefully curated to the floor. They tumbled down, book after book, covers opening and pages bending. Tears pricked at your eyes as you examined the scene.Â
You slumped into your chair, the fire in front of your crackling softly, emitting a calming warmth.
Eventually, you fell asleep in the chair, tear stains on your cheeks. In the morning, you woke to the serene morning light filtering into the room - a vast contrast to your mood. The fire had dissolved into crackling embers. Tucked on top of you was a thick blanket and the stack of books that you had pushed over had been re-piled and stood majestically atop the table.
You sighed, knowing you should thank the servants for taking care of you and cleaning up.Â
After you walked to the kitchen, your footfalls heavy, you thanked the servants, who were finishing preparing breakfast. They exchanged glances and one piped up, âMaâam, while we appreciate the sentiment, we didnât do that. We werenât aware that you were still in the library. We believed you had retired to bed before the social last night.â They paused and then added, âhowever, Mr. Riddle didnât go to bed. He was in his study until morning light.â
âOh,â was all you could say. You bid them an awkward goodbye before entering the dining hall.Â
Mattheo was already seated at the head of the table, his expression exhausted and distant. He didnât acknowledge you when you approached, focusing instead on the uneaten plate of food in front of him.Â
You sat down opposite him and muttered, âthe servants informed me that you blanketed me last night and cleaned up the books.â You hesitated and finally said, âthank you.â
Mattheo looked up briefly, his expression unreadable, but he didnât respond directly. âIt was necessary,â he said simply. âYou should not be cold and uncomfortable in your own home.â He doesnât make any effort to engage in conversation beyond that. Something was weighing heavily on his mind and he seemed preoccupied by it.
You hummed in response. Eventually, you stood and whispered to your husband before walking out, âyou are not as cold as you want to seem. You neednât keep the facade up with me.â
Mattheo looked up briefly before returning to his food. His expression relaxed, but he didnât respond.
***
Later that day, Mattheo sat in his study as he always did. A knock came from the door and he glanced at the clock. It was a bit early for lunch to be delivered, but he announced, âcome in.â
The door creaked open and your head peeked into the room. Mattheoâs brows furrowed - not with malice, but with scrutiny. You entered and sat in one of the two seats next to his fireplace. Silently, you cracked open a book you had brought and began to read.Â
Mattheo watched you intently, his gaze never wavering as he took in every detail of your face. He tried to find any acrimonious intent behind your actions, but you looked so peaceful. He found himself noticing the details of your face and your beauty as the fire cast warm highlights on your eyes. âWhat are you doing?â he asked eventually, his voice holding an armour of needed suspicion.
âReading,â you said simply.Â
Mattheo frowned, not convinced by your answer. Why would you read in his study after the way he had been treating you? He leaned back in his chair, his work forgotten. âIsnât there something more important that you could be occupying your time with?â he challenged.
âNot particularly,â you responded. âYouâre in charge of the companies and estates. I have nothing to do. I thought I would accompany you. You must get lonely in a study by yourself.â
Mattheo narrowed his eyes, but ultimately nodded slowly. âAlright,â he agreed after a moment. âBut donât think I will stop working simply because my wife is here.â His posture grew taut as he began looking over documents again. âThis is still my office and I expect you to behave accordingly.â
âIâm simply reading,â you murmured, a smile inching its way up your lips.
Henceforth, a routine was established. Every morning, you would knock on Mattheoâs study door, usually an hour or so after he began working. There was rarely conversation, the silence being broken by Mattheoâs scratch of a quill or you turning pages, occasionally being disrupted by the loud crack of a log in the fire.
One day, you had finished your book (it was an excellent book, one from the pile Mattheo had recommended) and stood to go retrieve another one. At the sound of your footsteps leaving his office, Mattheoâs head darted up and he suddenly asked, âwhere are you going?âÂ
You paused and turned back to him. âIâm to get a new book. Unfortunately, as wonderful as this one was, it had an ending like all books do.â
Mattheo frowned and a hint of vulnerability broke through his exterior. âGet a servant to do it,â he offered.Â
âWell, I donât know which one I want,â you counted, raising a brow in a smirk.
He huffed and shook his head, returning his eyes to his documents. He grumbled, âI will commission the servants to build you a small bookshelf for my office. You can keep your books there.â You stood, watching him for a moment, admiring him until his gaze snapped up. âWell, go get your book,â he said sharply. â⊠but hurry back,â he added in a mumble.Â
You finally smiled at him before exiting and Mattheo gazed at the place you once stood, trying to memorise how your lips curled up and your eyes crinkled when you smiled.
He rather liked it when you smiled.
***
âAre you alright?â
You sniffed and laughed. âYes, yes. Iâm being foolish.â You wiped some tears from your eyes. âMy book is very good.â
Mattheo chuckled lowly. âAnd what made you cry, hm?â
âA daughter and father interaction,â you replied quietly.Â
âWas the father cruel to the daughter?â Mattheo laughed tersely, shaking his head at his documents. âAre your feelings not strong enough to withstand their wrath?â
You frowned at Mattheo, setting the book down. âNo,â you corrected slowly. âThe father was being kind to his daughter. He was supporting her and loving her; as a father should.â There was a pause as Mattheo looked up at you. âI know that the Riddles are a harsher family - Iâve known ever since I knew I was to marry you. But⊠but are you alright?âÂ
You felt absurd asking the question. Yet, when Mattheo couldnât meet your eye, a wistful sadness blanketing the room, you felt as if you shouldâve asked the simple question weeks earlier.
For a moment, he said nothing. Then Mattheo turned in his chair so his back was facing you. "I'm fine," he finally answered, his voice rough and strained. "I am used to dealing with it, I suppose." Despite his insistence that he didn't need anyone's pity or concern, your words seem to have affected him more deeply than he wanted to admit.Â
âMay I ask a question?â you asked softly.
Mattheo hesitated for a moment before nodding, his eyes never leaving the window as he spoke. "Ask away," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He then cleared his throat and said, "but I wonât give a warm and fuzzy answer."Â
There was a pregnant pause in the air as you gathered your courage up and suddenly thrust your fears upon your husband. âIf we ever have children, which weâre somewhat expected to,â you added hurriedly. âI donât want them to grow up in a household where they feel as if they have to vie for love or attention. And I donât want me to be the only one giving them attention.â Mattheo turned his head so his face was angled toward you, but his eyes could still stray to the window if need be. âIf we have kids, can you promise that youâll love them? Even if you donât love me?âÂ
Even though your voice was steady, Mattheo knew of the vulnerability deeply rooted within you.
He nodded cautiously, his expression serious. "I promise," he said firmly. "I may not love you, but I will love our children unconditionally. They will never have to compete for my affection or feel neglected. I may not be a fond father, but I will provide for them and protect them as best I can." A protectiveness filled his veins just at the thought of something happening to his future children.Â
You nodded once, a sad smile on your face. âPerhaps weâll have a big family. Enough children to start a sports team.â You smiled at the thought, laughing lightly.
Mattheo smiled, despite himself, imagining a large brood of children running around the manor. It was an oddly appealing idea, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud. "We'll see," he said noncommittally. "I'd rather have lots of sons; they'll carry on the family name and ensure my legacy continues." He turned back around and attempted to focus on his work.
âAnd daughters too.â You frowned, staring at your husband, even if he wouldnât spare you a glance. âDaughters can carry on the family name just as well as sons.â A muscle in your jaw ticked.
Mattheo scowled at your defiance, his eyes narrowing slightly. Why hadnât you just fallen into line? "Fine, daughters too," he reluctantly agrees. "But make no mistake, they will be raised to be strong and capable like their brothers. The Riddle name demands nothing less."Â
âAnd the sons can be soft and caring and sensitive,â you said firmly, crossing your arms. âI thought we agreed that they wouldnât have to vie for affection. I thought we agreed that they wouldnât have needless competition in their life. I donât want them to grow up⊠like, well⊠you.â You finally uttered the words that had been hanging off your tongue dangerously.Â
Mattheoâs expression hardened as he clenched his fist tightly. "Fine!" he snapped. "They can be whatever the hell you want them to be! But don't expect me to sit back and watch while they become weaklings and failures. We need to teach them to be strong and ruthless like I am." He stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair in the process.
You jump up after him, crossing towards him. You whirled to a stop in front of him, jabbing a finger towards his chest. âListen here, Riddle. Just because someone is kind and vulnerable doesnât mean theyâre weak!â You growled, âand just because you grew up like that, does not mean thatâs the type of household I am going to have.â
Mattheo stepped forward and his hand flew up to grip your wrist. His eyes blazed with anger, but then something changed in his expression and he took a step back, looking surprised at his own reaction. "You're right," he admitted begrudgingly. "I shouldn't have assumed that being vulnerable meant being weak." He ran a hand through his hair, looking embarrassed, yet resolute in his decision. "But don't expect me to be a pushover either. I'll still teach them to be strong and independent."
âStrong and independent are good qualities,â you conceded. âBoth for the boys and girls.â
"Agreed," he said. Mattheo straightened his cuffs and cleared his throat. "Our children will be taught to be strong and independent, regardless of gender. They will know that they are loved and valued by both of us, equally." He held out his hand to you, indicating that the argument was over - for now at least. "Deal?"Â
âDeal.â You shook his hand defiantly. It was a business deal, but a good deal at least.
Mattheo exhaled and brushed past you. âIâm to a meeting,â he informed you. It was a simple comment , one that was an offhand remark, but to you, Mattheo had just let you into his life. It was something he had never done before. Even if it was just a response to where he was off to, it was a window into his life. A life that now may have enough room to hold you.Â
Mattheo paused when he reached the door. âI never knew the way I grew up was wrong until I saw other families. I saw the parents bending down to listen to their children instead of hushing them. I saw parents comforting their children after scraped knees, not pushing them to the kitchen for some rubbing alcohol. I saw parents beaming when their child could plunk out the simplest of tunes on the piano. No one else got berated for being out of rhythm or playing a D instead of an E. I never saw another child get slapped by their parents or scolded as harshly as I was. It was around then I realised that something was wrong. But what was I to do about it?â
Words dried in your throat. You wanted to cry at his words, but you felt dried out. How could someone treat their child like that? It explained so muchâŠÂ
Your husband was a fragile man, you were just realising. And he was trying to pick up the pieces and present them to you in the only way he knew how.Â
"The stars remind me of you,â he said quietly, the change in conversation sudden. âI mean that in the best possible way.â His voice was the softest and most tender as you had ever heard it. You hoped he would keep speaking the melodies that made your heart sing in tune.Â
âHow so?â you asked, afraid to break the plane of existence that you and Mattheo were carefully standing on.
"They are so beautiful, yet so far away. I may see them, but I can never touch them."
***
The servants didnât know what to do. The master and mistress, Mr. and Mrs. Riddle, seemed to be at a ceasefire. The cooks lamented at how they had seemed to be doing so well. The maids thought they were destined to doom from the start. The butlers gossiped about Mr. Riddleâs letters to a Mr. Tom, terminating their long-term partnership. The scullery maid still had hope that the husband and wife would come to their senses and live a happy life.
It perplexed the servants when the mistress requested to move her belongings back into the master bedroom and the master looked on, a soft smile on his lips. It confused the servants when the Mr and Mrs began taking meals together and talking in hushed tones late into the night. And it bamboozled the servants when, one summer afternoon, the Lord of the household stood from his desk, cautiously moved to his Lady that was reading by the open window, and asked her to accompany him on a walk. She had accepted.Â
There was to be a dinner party, this time hosted at Mr. Draco Malfoyâs manor, that Mr. Riddle was expected to attend. Per usual, the master didnât invite the mistress, but she was content to stay home. A maid briefly heard the madam whisper to her husband, âhurry home, please? I donât like it when youâre away.â The maid had scurried away before she could hear the reply.
Mattheo returned home that night, just before the sun was setting. He climbed the steps, unbuttoning his cuffs and loosening his tie. The soft glow of light was still shining under your shared bedroom - something he still hadnât gotten used to - and Mattheo couldnât help but smile.
âWhy are you still up?â he asked quietly when he entered the room.
âYou promised to be home early and I wanted to see you before I go to bed,â you reminded him, a small book in your hands.
âRight, right.â Mattheo chuckled and shook his head, slinging off his tie and jacket.
âHow was the dinner?â
Mattheo hummed noncommittally. âNot the worst. A couple of my good friends, Theo and Pansy, were there to help alleviate the pain of socialising. But⊠I found something odd happening.â
âAnd what was that, husband?â Mattheo took a moment to relish in the way that word curled off your tongue effortlessly.
âI found myself wishing you were there. Nay,â he quickly corrected himself. âI wished I was here with you.â
âOh?â Your eyes flickered up towards Mattheo, a slight blush coming to your cheeks. âWhy⊠what do you mean by that?â
Mattheo began to unbutton his shirt and moved towards his closet. âWell,â he admitted, mumbling to himself. âI simply mean that instead of having to socialise with people who are too tightly wound and whose only intent is to take my money,â he chucked his belt into his closet and rolled up his sleeves, âI would rather be at home with my darling wife.â
A smile inched up your lips. âReally? Tell me more about this darling wife of yours.â
Mattheo hummed, stepping towards the bed. He crawled down on the bed, leaning on his forearms to lean up towards you. âMy wife⊠Iâve come to care deeply about her. She is a beautiful, elegant woman, one who has a fiery tongue about her and an intelligent brain that even I cannot rival. She always seems to get her way, even when I try to fight back. Itâs as if my wife has a command over me that I have willingly submitted to. And I am not ashamed to say so.â He lightly caressed your arm, sending a trail of goosebumps up your skin.Â
âYou must be careful, Mattheo,â you uttered. âThat sounds an awful lot like love.âÂ
Mattheo brought his eyes up to meet yours, the sting of tears building up behind them. His voice cracked as he said, âthatâs the first time youâve called me by my name, Y/n.â
Your lips parted in shock. âI- I didnât realise. Iâm sorry-â
âDonât you dare apologise,â Mattheo demanded before reaching up to pull you into a kiss.Â
His lips were soft and meaningful against yours, hungrily trying to gather every ounce of love from you. His kisses were feverish at first, his strong hand coming up to cup your jawline, his fingers just teasing behind your ear, before his lips slowed. Mattheo was a starved man and he wouldnât let anyone take away his only solace. He shifted so he could be closer to you, gently taking the book from your hands as you surrendered yourself to him. Your hands found his silk shirt, gripping it in your fists. He placed the book on the nightstand and moved so he was hovering over you, never once letting a second go by without feeling your skin against his.Â
Mattheo slowly, achingly pulled away from you and his eyes fluttered open to meet yours. âMy darling, my love, my life,â he murmured, dragging a knuckle down your cheek. âI apologise for everything I have ever done or said that made you feel inferior. I would be happy to kneel for you in front of my associates and family members - just to show them how much power you have over me.â He took a breath before persisting, âI was foolish. I was incompetent. I didnât realise how much love I held for you. It is, and always will be, only you. I will promise you this: you will be the only woman I ever touch, the only voice I ever want to hear, the only skin I will ever caress, and the only eyes I ever want to see. I will wake and fall, every morning and night, thinking of you. You are the other half of my heart, for it is you who I love. I will place the galaxies and stars in the night sky for you. If you are ever unhappy, my love, I will not rest until I see you smile again. If you are ever mad, my love, I shall smite whatever upsets you, even if it is I. And I would die a happy man if you could give me only an ounce of what I give you.â
Your breath shook and you swore Mattheo had injected ambrosia into your veins for you were sure your blood was singing with the love that was filling your soul. âI wrote a letter to your mother today,â you offered quietly, as if your mere words could ever compare to the love poem Mattheo had just gifted to you. âAnd I thanked her.â Mattheoâs eyes flashed with confusion. You continued, âI thanked her for birthing such a wonderful husband and for raising him. I know you u wish to renounce your family, but as of now, I want to thank them with all my heart. Mattheo, I love you.â
âAnd I you,â Mattheo whispered, bringing his forehead down to rest on yours. His nose bumped against your cheek and he couldnât contain his grin anymore. âHow did I ever get so lucky?â he mumbled.
You laughed lightly. âLuck? Fate?â
Mattheo shook his head and his nose brushed light curves over your skin. âNo, my wife. Simply love. Pure, unconditional love.â
***
The house was bright, the curtains pulled as far open as they could be. Some servants scuttled around, holding laundry or preparing for dinner. Meanwhile, Mattheo strode leisurely through the halls, smiling lovingly as his nephews chased each other through the halls. âWhat do I say, boys?â he called after them.
âHave fun, be safe, and donât get caught!â they yelled back before running around a corner.
Enzo jogged after them and grumbled to Mattheo, âitâs not your duty to rule them up.â
âAs their favourite uncle, yes, it is.â
âYour wife is in Andromedaâs room,â Enzo told his brother before sprinting off after his sons. Enzo wasnât usually at Riddle Manor, but today was a special day. It was Orionâs birthday.
Mattheo chuckled to himself before Orion raced up the steps, panting. âPapa! Papa!âÂ
Mattheo grinned widely and scooped Orion up. âAre you alright, hm? Whatâve you been up to?â
âAunt Pansyâs carriage just pulled up!â Orion bounced in Mattheoâs arms, beaming.
âAnd youâre not even dressed,â Mattheo stared at Orion, pretending to be stunned. âWhereâs your mother, Ori?â
âSheâs helping Andy get dressed,â Orion announced. Mattheo nodded and carried his son to his daughterâs room. âMum!â Orion cried out, seeing Y/n standing behind Andromeda, knotting her hair into a braid.Â
âOh, my darling,â Y/n tied Andyâs hair up before crossing to Mattheo and taking Orion from his arms. âAre you excited for your birthday?â
Orion hummed excitedly and wiggled down from Y/nâs arms. He darted to Andromeda and wrapped himself around her in a tight hug. Andromeda grumbled, but allowed him to cling to her as she finished her hair and rouge.
Mattheo took Y/nâs hand and pulled her back toward him, nudging his nose against hers. âLook at that,â he murmured, reaching down to play with the silver and green ring on your finger. âMine.â He pressed a kiss to your temple. Slowly, as to not arouse suspicion from your children, he backed you up and caged you against the wall in his arms. âSeven years with you and two beautiful children to show for it.â
âHey, mum? Whereâs my- eugh!â Andromeda turned around and reeled back from the scene in front of her. âFor the love of Salazar, please get a room!â
âWe are in a room.â Mattheo smirked, glancing up from the crook of your neck.Â
âArenât you two, if I'm doing my calculations correctly, nearing thirty years old?â Andromeda tsked and rolled her eyes.Â
âYou believe that simply because weâre getting older, Iâm going to stop loving your mother?â Mattheo chuckled before pressing a light kiss to your jawline.Â
You shivered and tucked your face into your husbandâs chest. âMatty, spare the poor children,â you chastised lightly. âWhat do you need, darling?â you turned towards Andromeda.
âYou used to call me that,â Mattheo whined. He stepped back from you, letting you out of his embrace.
Andromeda sighed and asked, âwhere is my white shawl? Itâll go well with the dress Iâm planning to wear to Orionâs party.â
âWhy does it matter what you wear to Orionâs party?â Mattheo asked, puzzled.Â
âBecause Albus Potter is going to be here,â you said as if it were obvious.
âHarry Potterâs son?â Mattheo asked incredulously. âThat scumbag?â
Both you and Andromeda ignored Mattheo and Orion left the room at the sound of Aunt Pansy entering the foyer and shouting out for her favourite nephew.
âYour shawl should be in the library,â you answered. âOri was using it as a blanket yesterday.â
Andromeda sighed and turned towards the door. âHe needs to stop taking my things. Just last week he stole my candelabra so he could read in the dark. Perhaps you should accelerate his schooling. Heâs getting bored, you know.â
âWeâll raise our own son, thank you, Andromeda,â Mattheo raised a brow. Andy huffed and and flicked her dress out behind her dramatically, exiting the room. Mattheo turned to you and said, âthey get that from you. The love of reading.â
âYes, but they get their flair for the dramatics from you. And lest us not forget, you keep fuelling our love of literature by buying more books and expanding our library,â you countered.
Mattheo hummed. ââTis true. But how could I live without spoiling my wife and children?â He whirled you around in his arms and pressed a long kiss to your lips. âSpeaking of children, what would you think of expanding our family?â
You let out a laugh. âYou simply like the act of making a bigger family.â
âI love my children too,â Mattheo defended.
You reached up and brushed some of his hair away from his face. âYes you do,â you smiled up at him. âYou love your family very much.â
âAlways.â
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Hi! I love all of your harry potter writing!! I was wondering if maybe you could do something thats one of the slytherin guys (theo preferably) with a hufflepuff girl reader and just a tonnn of angst? like a happy ending but just a good amount of angst lol (maybe hes mean to her or smtg - or like he is just to keep up an appearance in front of his slytherin friends??) idk lol
ANGST IS MY FORTE.
BACK TO THE START. theodore nott
IN WHICH⊠theodore nott is dating the perfect girl, yet prefers to keep her hidden from his friends.
âSome boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world.â
Warnings/notes : angst (duh, itâs me), matteo riddle and his dumb jokes, illusion to mature content, panic attack, astoria x draco mentioned, pansy x blaise mentioned
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A/N : thank you so much for the request and the kind comment!
Being a Slytherin was hard. Being part of the popular cliche was even worse. It wasnât hard for Theodore Nott to blend in with his crowd. He was rich, a little bit crazy when he drank, and as all of them were, an asshole to an extent.
Theo had his life all planned out; get sorted into Slytherin, check. Join the popular group, check. Date another rich Slytherin girl who heâd only use for reputation, not checked. That last point was an important part of his life plan but, as if the universe intentionally wanted to screw him over, his gaze was constantly stuck on a Hufflepuff.
Y/N L/N wasnât all too bad. She was pretty (or gorgeous as Theo liked to mentally describe her), rich enough, and had a big reputation in school and outside. She should have been Theoâs ideal type if she wasnât draped in that damn yellow uniform.
Nevertheless, Theo was smitten by her. He talked to her in secret, wanting to avoid his friendsâ shifty eyes and gossip. Theyâd no doubt tell his parents that he was talking to a Hufflepuff of all people. But, at least she wasnât in Gryffindor.
He kept her hidden from the world, which he knew she hated but what else could he do?
âTheo.â Y/N called out in the empty hallway. She had her books clutched closely to her chest, scared theyâd drop. Theo passed, his heart slightly sinking.
How was he supposed to tell Y/N, his secret girlfriend, that he still wanted to remain a secret despite promising her otherwise? Theo didnât have the time to even think about it before he heard loud chatter that could only be his friends.
âTheo!â Pansy exclaimed, jogging towards him. She didnât even notice Y/N, pushing past the H/C-haired girl without a word. âYou have to try Enzoâs batch of cookies! Heâs actually getting good at baking after last monthâs incident.â
Theo lightly chuckled before he remembered Y/N was still here. She was looking at him like she expected him to do something. He quickly brushed past Pansy. He could feel his friends staring daggers into his back, all curious as to what he was doing.
âI told you I donât want to go out with you. Leave me alone, Hufflepuff.â Theo wasnât half-bad at acting after all the times he had to pretend to brush Y/N off for the sake of his friends. He subtly leaned forward, âI canât be weak around my friends, Y/N. You understand, right? Iâll tell them soon.â
It was ironic how Theo made the first move yet never revealed his relationship with Y/N.
âYeah⊠sure.â Y/N whispered.
Theo quickly walked away, catching up with his friends. âWhat was that?â Astoria questioned as she hooked arms with Theo to quicken his pace.
âJust another lovesick girl.â Theo uttered, loud enough for Y/N to hear. He didnât even spare her a glance as he walked away, breaking yet another empty promise.
âIsnât that the same girl from two weeks ago?â Pansy asked.
âThey all look the same to me.â His words, fake or not, always left Y/N wondering what was wrong with their relationship. She was a good girlfriend so why was Theo always acting so embarrassed of her? Was he ashamed of her?
Theo told her every time that heâd make their relationship public but he never did, too scared of what his parents and companions would think.
What a coward.
Y/N arrived in the Great Hall and immediately slumped into her usual seat beside her friends. âHi.â She casually greeted them.
âBoyfriend troubles again?â One of her friends, Cerci, asked.
They all knew Y/N was dating someone from Slytherin, but she never told them his name. They didnât doubt her, there were plenty of other Slytherin guys who would have asked Y/N out if it wasnât for Theo.
âHe keeps saying heâll tell his friends but he never does. And it drags on for months. I canât stand it anymore.â Y/N stabbed her breakfast with her fork and sighed.
âJust break up.â Alice, another girl, piped up. Cerci elbowed her.
âYou canât just say that, Alice. You know this topic is sensitive to Y/N.â
âIâm just saying. If he treats her so wrong, why not just break up?â
The pair begun to bicker, as always. There was never a dull moment with Cerci and Alice around. Y/Nâs eyes shifted to Theo, who was trying to shake Astoria off his arm. He succeeded, but spilled pumpkin juice on his blazer.
Matteo immediately burst into laughter that could be heard even at the Hufflepuff table. Alice and Cerci seemed to notice the commotion.
âNott and Greengrass are at it again.â Alice sighed. âYou know, thereâs a rumor going around that theyâre dating.â
Cerci scoffed. âNo way. Greengrass likes Malfoy, everybody knows that. And besides, I saw Nott with some H/C-haired girl and they seemed pretty close.â
Y/N quickly lifted her head, lips parted. âWhat?â She asked. âYou saw Theo with someone?â
Cerci scrunched up her eyebrows. âSince when did you start calling him Theo?â
âWe were paired up for potions last year. Old habit, sorry.â Y/N quickly lied through her teeth.
Theo was a master at hiding things, even his girlfriend, but not good enough to avoid Cerciâs watchful eye.
âNottâs handsome, I guess, but have you seen Riddle? Too bad heâs a player.â Alice mumbled before taking a sip from her goblet.
Cerci snickered. âAnd an idiot. He asked me if the color orange came before the fruit. Everyone knows itâs the color.â
âNo. Itâs the fruit.â Alice immediately backfired. âThats like asking if the chicken came before the egg. Which, by the way, was the chicken because of evolution.â
âWhere did the chicken come from then? It needs to come from an egg.â
Y/N could only slump in her seat once more as her friends argued about trivial matters that she didnât care about.
âWoah. What did I miss on my bathroom break?â Esme, the last member of their closely knit friend group, returned. She readjusted her blouse as she sat next to Y/N, stealing a grape from Cerciâs plate.
âY/Nâs having relationship problems with her little boyfriend. Any advice?â Cerci uttered through mouthfuls of food.
âAnd how does that relate to your argument about chickens and oranges?â Esme raised an eyebrow.
âWhat came first? The chicken or the egg?â Alice asked, leaning forward to know Esmeâs opinion on the matter.
Esme sighed, quickly rolling her eyes. âOh, not this again. It doesnât matter. Shouldnât we be focusing on Y/N right now?â
Alice and Cerci exchanged a glance before looking back at Y/N.
Esme sighed. âYou two are useless sometimes. Y/N, if you donât want to be secret anymore, confront him about it. Itâs not fair to you if he keeps you hidden.â
Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line before sparing another look at Theo. âYeah, Iâll try.â She murmured, resting her cheek in the palm of her hand.
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Y/N spent all day thinking about what to do. Either she could confront Theo, which seemed like the obvious choice, or let him walk all over her. As much as she wanted to choose the first option, she was still an empath and wanted to see what was burdening Theo so much.
It was in potions, one of Y/Nâs unexpectedly best classes, when Matteo Riddle surprisingly approached her. âL/N, right?â The handsome boy asked, leaning forward onto her desk. Y/Nâs eyes darted to Theo, whose jaw was tightly clenched.
âUh⊠yes.â Y/N muttered, lightly clearing her throat.
âI hear youâre good at potions. You wouldnât mind tutoring me, right? Iâll make sure to give you a special treat after.â Matteo winked with a stupid boyish grin on his face that Y/N wouldâve found charming if Theo didnât exist.
âBack it up, Matteo.â Theo interrupted, placing a hand on his friendâs shoulder and forcing Matteo to take a step back. Y/Nâs heart jumped and she subconsciously sat up straighter in her chair. She tried to smile at Theo, anything to catch his wavering attention, but it was fruitless. The next words that rolled off Theoâs tongue stunned Y/N. âYou know better than to be associating with low-life, Hufflepuff trash.â
Y/Nâs smile immediately dropped. She could feel Theoâs apologetic gaze on her but his words cut deep. Theo left Y/N to sit with Pansy, who had been watching the whole thing with furrowed eyebrows.
âHeâs joking.â Matteo tried to cover for his friend. Out of all the Slytherin boys, Y/N had expected for Matteo to be the meanest. But here he was, trying to lighten the mood with a Hufflepuff of all people.
âRight.â Y/N whispered, blinking away tears. If Theo were anybody else, maybe a random classmate she barely acknowledged, then his words wouldnât have hit so deep. But he was her boyfriend.
Theodore Nott was the same boy who secretly showed up to every quidditch practice when Y/N had been on the team. He was the same sweet boy who aimlessly followed Y/N around the school when she was nothing but his crush, asking to hold her books. Since when had Y/N been the one chasing after him?
Y/N subtly packed her things away with the intention of skipping class to rewatch The Notebook or any other film that would lift her spirit.
Barely anybody noticed her slipping out of the classroom. She almost bumped into Professor Snape, who had been walking in at the same time. After seeing her glassy eyes and shaking hands, Snape let her past with a nod of acknowledgment.
âI expect you to catch up, Miss L/N. Complete page two hundred and twenty three.â Snape uttered.
âYes, professor.â She weakly replied back.
She was walking to the bathrooms, head lowered and trying to hold back tears, when someone grasped her shoulder and spun her around. Y/N let out a loud gasp of surprise before a hand covered her mouth and she was dragged into an empty classroom.
âWhatever you think I did, I didnât do!â Y/N exclaimed as she screwed her eyes shut and held her hands up. âI swear I didnât steal your pet snake! When will you let it go?!â After hearing nothing but silence, she opened one eye. âOh⊠itâs you, Theo.â
She was slightly glad it was only him and not the strange boy from two months ago who was sure Y/N stole his pet snake. He went to extreme lengths to try and prove it.
âFirst Iâve heard of that pet snake. Weâll go back to that later because Iâm curious.â Theo placed his hands on Y/Nâs shoulders. âY/N, you know I love you.â Of course she knew that. It was hard to miss when Theo would mutter the same three words between every hidden, breathless kiss. âMy parents and even friends expect a lot from me and I canât go around just telling people Iâm dating a Hufflepuff.â
Theo said Y/Nâs house like it was a derogatory term.
âAre you breaking up with me?â She asked, furrowing her eyebrows.
âWhat? No.â Theo was at a loss for words. Y/N truly was his whole world but letting both Y/N and his Pureblood life collide was a recipe for disaster.
âReally? Because this sounds like a breakup speech.â Y/N retorted. A few tears slid down her cheeks and Theo was quick to wipe them away.
âIâm not breaking up with you. I just need you to understand what Iâm doing.â
Y/N didnât know if she could ever understand his reasons. They were all so bizarre and could be easily solved through telling the truth. A sudden wave of confidence drew over Y/N.
âI donât understand, Theo. You always reassure me that youâll tell your friends about us but you never do. And sometimes youâre mean to me just to save your reputation. You showed interest first, you talked to me first. You initiated everything first, so why are you trying to pretend like you didnât? Matteo Riddle out of all people had the heart to comfort me while you walked away. Youâre supposed to be nice to me, Theo, thatâs your job as my boyfriend.â
Theo never once interrupted her, knowing he was in the wrong. âIâm sorry.â Was all he could muster.
âI donât want an apology. I want you to tell your friends.â
Theo sighed. âYou know I canât⊠you know I need to keep up my appearance.â
âIs losing me not reason enough?â
âDonât make me choose, Y/N.â Theo shook his head. âPlease. You know how important my reputation is.â
Y/N slowly grasped Theoâs hands, intertwining their fingers for a moment before dropping them. âIf you canât choose, Iâll decide for you. I donât want to be a secret anymore, Theo, and itâs clear that you wonât give up your reputation. So keep your reputation and Iâll see myself out.â
âNo, Y/N, please.â Theodore Nott was above begging but heâd get down on his knees and plead for Y/N to stay. âI canât do this without you. I need you. Please. Y/N.â
He watched as she picked up her bag, sparing Theo one more look over her shoulder. âSorry, Theo. Itâs for the best.â She brushed past the door, gently closing it behind her. Theo slumped into a seat behind him, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands gripping his face.
What had he done?
He felt stupid now for not mustering up the courage to tell his friends about Y/N. His leg bounced up and down as he regretted every mean word he spoke to Y/N in an attempt to cover up their relationship. She didnât deserve that. She was the kindest girl he knew, always giving others a helping hand.
He gripped his shirt, nails digging into the skin beneath the thin fabric. Theo could feel his heart beating at an abnormal rate but it wouldnât stop no matter how many desperate deep breaths he inhaled.
The room suddenly felt too small and Theo felt claustrophobic, a feeling he had never experienced before. The world was flashing before his eyes with every ragged breath he took.
âY/N, please donât go.â He whispered despite knowing she was already long gone by now. He wrapped his arms around himself, shaking. âDonât go.â He repeated as an attempt to comfort himself. He harshly tugged at his hair, cursing at himself for being so stupid as to letting Y/N go.
He should have tried harder. He should have done everything she asked. He only had his reputation to worry about, but at what cost?
With his head hanging low, he made his way back towards his dorm, trusting his friends would bring his supplies back. He collapsed onto his bed, feeling numb. He was a little bit angry that Y/N broke it off so casually without much tears. Was he not worth it? He suddenly realized how Y/N felt, having to watch your lover walk away like nothing happened.
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The days following the breakup were gloomy, and that was an understatement. Theo realized early that Y/N was much better at masking her feelings behind a fake facade of happiness than him. He spent every free hour wallowing in self-pity, hoping to catch another glimpse of Y/N like the good old days where he didnât care about his relationship.
âTheo.â Pansy waved a hand in front of Theoâs face. He scowled, not wanting to go through another rant of how Blaise refused to make the first move. She sat beside him on the green couch, handing him a bottle of alcohol. It was the end of the term, and as always the Slytherin house decided to host a large party. Anybody was invited, unless your name was Harry Potter.
Draco had gone as far in their petty rivalry to hang up a sign at the entrance, stating âno Pottersâallowed. He spelled Potter wrong at first, spelling it as pottery, which resulted in the Weasley twins bringing in jars of clay pottery. Theo quietly laughed at that.
âHowâs your girl?â Pansy asked as she took a sip from her can of lemonade vodka.
âWe broke up. She had enough of me- wait.â Theo quickly turned his head to stare at Pansy, âHow do you know about Y/N?â
Pansy simply shrugged with a grin stretching across her lips. âYour words are convincing, Theo, but Iâve known you for a while. Did you really think I wouldnât notice you sneaking off and coming back with lipstick marks?â
Theoâs head hung low. âIt doesnât matter now. Sheâs done with me and vice versa.â He swirled his drink around before taking a gulp.
âYouâre stupid, you know.â Pansy spoke up, âIf you liked her so much, you shouldnât have let her go.â
âI had no choice.â
âYou had a choice. The door for you was wide open. You just never stepped inside, too scared of othersâ opinions.â
âIâm a Pureblood. I canât be dating a Hufflepuff girl.â
âYouâre a boy, Theo. Three years from now, nobody will care that you dated a Hufflepuff.â
âIâll care!â Theo exclaimed over the loud blaring music. Pansy didnât flinch, only staring at him with a mix of pity and annoyance. âMy parents expect me to marry a Slytherin girl.â
âYou sacrificed your girlfriend for something your parents told you ten years ago?â Pansy was judging him now with a hardened stare. âBe careful how you treat girls, Theo. One day, youâll realize the possibility of losing her is very much real.â
Pansy subtly pointed behind Theo. He glanced over his shoulder, his wandering gaze immediately spotting Y/N. Her friend, Alice, had an arm hooked around her while a boy was trying to hold a conversation.
âDo what you want, Theo. But if you donât act fast, youâll lose her for good.â Pansy stood up to retrieve another drink.
Theo, with his heart beating too fast to be healthy, jumped to his feet and pushed past the crowd. He didnât know what he was going to do or what he was even going to say but he was determined to shove the other boy away.
Blaise was standing with Matteo on the other side of the room, holding a microphone. A dumb idea struck Theo, which he knew he was going to regret the moment he stepped onto that stage.
Y/Nâs eyes lit up as she saw Theo walking through the crowd, scowling at anybody in his way. He caught her gaze and for a second she thought he was going to willingly talk to her in front of his peers. But he walked straight past, his shoulder lightly brushing hers.
Y/N deflated, all hope of having a second chance with Theo disappearing. Until she heard the microphone screech and the music abruptly stopped.
She didnât have to turn to know who was interrupting the party. She heard his voice and immediately knew
âIâm going to fucking regret this. Matteo, shut your mouth or Iâll throw you out the window.â Theo said, glaring at his friend. He sighed before continuing. âI had a girlfriend.â
Some of the crowd lightly gasped, not expecting Hogwarts resident playboy to start his announcement off with that.
âShe was sweet, and kind, and all I could ask for. But I cared more about what my family and friends thought so I lost her. I always promised her that Iâd tell my friends about us but I never did so Iâm doing it now. I donât expect her to forgive me.â Theo glanced at Y/N who was already staring at him with her head tilted to the side slightly. âBut I owe it to her.â
âHurry up, man!â Someone shouted, âThis is boring!â
âIâll throw you into the black lake so itâs not boring!â Theo aggressively yelled back. âAll Iâm trying to say is that I had a girlfriend who wasnât a Slytherin like most people expected. I was head over heels for a Hufflepuff.â
Theo didnât hesitate to expose his secret. After years of stating heâd date a Slytherin to anybody who would listen, he ended up with a Hufflepuff instead of one of his lovesick Slytherin fangirls.
"Theo, man, I wanna get back to drinking. Are you done?!" Matteo yelled, cupping his hands over his mouth.
"Matteo, I'm done when I'm done! Y/N L/N is the girl I'm head over heels for, okay?! I forced her to keep our relationship hidden, and I will always regret that. She is smart, beautiful, and kind and if I had a chance to do it all over again, I would announce to the whole world that we were dating! After we broke up, I didnât want anything else but to talk to her again. So I drew her over and over again and my mind was focused on only her.â
Matteo snickered from the side of the stage. âDude.â He said, almost judging Theo for being so vulnerable.
âShut up, you banged a Gryffindor girl then cried when she said it was nothing but a hookup. Donât pretend like I didnât see you sobbing and eating ice cream in the kitchen.â Theo wittily retorted.
That silenced Matteo.
âI donât understand why as a Slytherin, I have to date another Slytherin. I can be happy with a Hufflepuff too, whoever I date doesnât alter my way of living. Now I'm done, go get drunk, Matteo!" Theo shoved the microphone into Matteo's hands, glaring at him.
Theo found Y/N with Alice, who was intensely questioning the H/C-haired girl. âWhen were you going to tell me the Theodore Nott was your boyfriend?!â Alice yelled as she shook Y/N by the shoulders. "Were you ever going to tell us?!"
"Ex-boyfriend." Y/N quickly corrected her friend.
"Secret admirer, actually. Like old times." Theo butted in, standing behind Y/N with his hands shoved into his pockets. âIâm not demanding you to forgive me, Y/N.â
He kneeled down, gripping onto Y/Nâs hands like his life depended on it. He had seen enough romance movies with Y/N to get the hint of what kind of guy she wanted.
âFrom now on, no more secrets. I donât care if you never take me back, all I need is for you to look in my direction again. Letâs start over, Y/N.â
â
The school was buzzing with gossip after last nightâs party, the word of Y/N and Theoâs relationship spreading fast.
âIs it true?â Hermione asked, leaning forward. âWere you really dating Theodore Nott?â Y/N silently smiled, sick of all the questions she was receiving. At least it was her last class for the day, she could return to her dorm after and sleep.
Y/N was the first out of the door when class ended. She turned down an empty hallway, a shortcut she would always take with Theo when she was too lazy to hike through the large castle.
âHey, Y/N, right?â Someone questioned.
Y/N looked over her shoulder, half-expecting another guy to shoot his shot after hearing the news about her and Theo. Instead, it was actually Theo.
âIâm Theodore Nott, nice to meet you again.â
Y/N stared at his outstretched hand before slowly shaking it. âNice to see you too, Theo. Where are you heading?â
âTo the kitchen to bake some cookies with a certain beautiful girl. Would you care to tag along?â
When Theo said he wanted to start over, Y/N didnât know heâd take it to the very beginning.
âWhat kind of cookies?â She asked as they walked through the hallway, hands linked.
âYour favourite along with a cup of coffee while you study herbology. Just like old times.â
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when I'm reading a fanfic and the characters decide to act canon compliant:
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âDonât look,â murmured Theo, twirling a lock of Hermioneâs hair around his finger. âBut I think heâs jealous.â
âWho?â she whispered, desperately wanting to peek.
âDraco,â he said, caressing her cheek to keep her from checking. âHe hasnât stopped staring at you.â
âIn sheer disgust? Draco despises me.â
At work yesterday, heâd insulted her penmanship. Again. Visiting her office for the third day in a row with her memo torn up in scraps, claiming her âbarbaric handwritingâ was illegible.
âI donât think so,â he said, leaning in close to make it seem like he was whispering sweet nothings into her ear. She plastered on a dreamy smile and looked up at him through mascara-coated lashes. âItâs a ruse, you know. Him and Astoria. Theyâre planning a public break up in a week or two. Sheâs secretly dating a Quidditch playerâa half-blood.â
âThe horror,â she replied with a feigned gasp. âIs that all you Slytherins do? Scheme and show off?â
âAnd fall in love with the wrong people,â he replied with a faraway look in his eyes, straightening when a shadow loomed over them. âAlright, mate?â
Malfoy stood at their table, tall and cross. âMay I have a word, Granger?â
Theo nudged her ankle under the table and gave her a knowing grin. She shook her head, refusing to buy into his nonsense. Malfoy was probably here to insult her hair or tell her that pink made her look frumpy.
Before she could tell Malfoy to leave them alone, Theo kissed her cheek and told her not to take too long.
She was left with no choice but to follow Malfoy into the rose garden, away from the gossiping crowd. âWhat is it?â she demanded, prepared for his regular bullshit.
âI saw something earlier that you should know about.â The grave look on his face sparked her interest. âLook. I know I give you a hard time at work now and againâbut Iâve come to⊠to careâŠâ He paused and tried again. âI mean⊠I think you deserve⊠not that IâŠâ
âMalfoy,â she said sharply.
He expelled a long breath, then blurted out, âTheo and Potter are fooling around behind your back. I saw them inside earlier.â
She was floored. And then she felt an odd rush of affection for the stormy man standing before her. It had obviously taken a lot to suck up his pride and tell her that. What had he said? Something about caring?
âIâm sorry, Granger.â He hugged her, smushing her face against his warm chest. âDonât cry. He was probably afraid heâd get caught by his father and used you as a cover up. People do lousy things when theyâre desperate. Take it from someone who knows.â
âIâm not crying,â she mumbled, nudging him back. Her heart was racing. âI know about him and Harry. We were faking it so Theoâs father would ease off him. Apparently, dating a Muggle-born witch is slightly less offensive than being gay."
He opened his mouth, then shut it. His cheeks were turning red. It was oddly sweet how he had nothing to say.
âI hear you and Astoria are pulling a similar stunt,â she said in an attempt to make him feel better.
He shrugged; voice strangled. âFamily dynamics are fucked out here.â
âTheo says itâs because you all fall in love with the wrong people.â She looked meaningfully into his eyes.
He stared back. âI wouldnât say âwrongâ, just...â His gaze was so intense, she felt trapped in it. ââŠinconvenient.â
âIs that what I am?â she breathed, wondering if Theo was right. Maybe Malfoy wasnât looking for ways to get under her skin just to be a prick. Maybe he was looking for excuses to get closer to her. âAn inconvenience?â
He didnât verbally respond, but she felt his gaze all over her. The heat emanating off him made her sweat.
She swallowed, overwhelmed. âHow long until you and Astoria call it off?â
He tilted his head. âWeâre waiting until the Ministry Gala.â
âMaybe Theo and I will split around that time, too,â she suggested, mentally counting down the days and hoping she wasnât misreading the situation.
His eyelids grew heavy. He licked his lips.
She felt a little drunk with the way he was looking at her.
âMaybe,â she said, stepping closer to fix his tie. He shivered beneath her touch. âYou can send me an office memo. Since my handwriting is so offensive.â She tipped her head back, whispering into his ear, âThank you for telling me about what you saw.â
Hermione left him there speechless, smiling softly to herself as she walked away.
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Twelve days later, an office memo nose-dived on her desk. She recognized Malfoyâs pristine handwriting, and considered if maybe hers was a bit messy in comparison.
Dinner tonight in Diagon Alley?
The pink memo bloomed into a rose. She lifted it to her nose, enchanted that it smelled like a real one. But more touched that he wanted to take her out publicly.
Pick me up at 7, she wrote, and let the office memo fly.
(847 words, prompt: fake dating for dramione month)
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Like Father Like Son - Chapter One
Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader
Summary: In the midst of a brewing war, a Golden Retriever Gryffindor falls for a Black Cat Slytherin. Hadn't this all happened before?
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of character death,
A/N: Soooo, I'm back in work after having 10 days of annual leave :'( I will be posting every other day instead of every day! Hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think! xxx
Chapter One
It wasnât like you hated Harry Potter, because you really didnât but you just didnât get what all the fuss was about. Your dad had always taught you to be kind to people despite their blood status or Hogwarts house. When you arrived at Hogwarts, you tried to keep an open mind but Potter was simply infuriating.
He didnât deserve to just be put on the Gryffindor Quidditch team in first year, after spending 5 minutes on a broom. And, you definitely wouldnât admit that he was a pretty good player. Your infuriation only increased in second year when he emerged bloody and dirty from the Chamber of Secrets. If that had been anyone else, they would have been expelled, Potter didnât even get points taken from him, in fact he was awarded a special service to the school!
In third year, you had to watch your Uncle love Potter more than he loved you, as they bonded over Potterâs mum and dad. The boy had stumbled his way through the Triwizard Tournament, getting favouritism at every turn, somehow beating students who were intellectually better than him. The tournament had come to a sticky end when he reappeared from the maze, clutching Cedricâs dead body and babbling about Voldemort being back.
In fifth year, oh in fifth year, for the first time in your life, you were grateful for Potter. Grateful that your Uncle wasnât alone as he quietly slipped through the veil.
The woods were silent as you and your dad foraged in the clearing for potion ingredients. You were a perfectionist so you would be damned if you lost marks because your ingredients were old and shit. Besides, the silence seemed to work wonders for your dad.
âIâm worried for you, dad.â
He scoffed as he put some ingredients into your basket, âwhy in the world would you be worried for me?â
You bit your lip as the worry swirled in your stomach, âthe Defence Against the Dark Arts position is cursed,â you tried not to think about what had befallen the previous Professors. Snape had left the school the year before and your dad had explained to you that the old potions master was coming back so heâd been asked to fill the role of Defence Against the Dark Arts.
âI donât want what happened to Uncle Sirius happen to you.â
âOh, my little star,â he pulled you into a hug, completely encasing you in his arms, ânothing is going to happen to me.â
âLove you, dad.â
âI love you too,â he kissed your forehead, âtry to be nice to Harry Potter, this year yeah?â
You grumbled into his chest, âIâm not horrible to him or anything but he just infuriates me so much!â
Regulus snorted with a laugh, âyeah, I know the feeling.â
You cursed beneath your breath as the wheel of your suitcase got stuck. Again. It brought you to a grinding halt.
âHey, Y/N!â you heard Potter before you saw him as he bent down to unstick the wheel. He was always so kind to you, despite your infuriation with him.
âThanks Potter,â you went to turn away, but you saw how sad his eyes were, despite his smile, âI appreciate that Sirius wasnât alone.â
Potter nodded as he pushed his glasses up his nose, âhow are you doing with that by the way?â
You shrugged, âdidnât really know him.â
Potter scratched the back of his neck and it wasnât hard to miss the guilt that spread across his face. You could see Granger and Weasley lingering behind him, âsee you later, Potter,â you werenât in the mood to bond over dead loved ones.
Draco waved at you as you pulled open the compartment door and sat between Blaise and Theo, âsaw you talking to Potty,â he commented making you laugh.
âDonât call him that. And, is this the part where you order me not to talk to him?â
Draco scowled at you, âI donât care who you talk to, Y/N. Just leave me out of it.â
âDeal,â you grinned.
You spent the first hour sharing food with your friends, listening to Enzoâs stories about his summer in Italy. No one asked about your summer, to outsiders it might have looked like they were being rude but you knew they didnât want to cause you unnecessary pain. You loved them for that.
Pansy looked up from where she was painting her nails, âisnât your dad teaching Defence this year?â when you nodded, she smirked, âyour dadâs hot.â
âWhat?!â you squawked.
âCome on! Weâve all seen the photograph of you and him that you put on your bedside. Heâs sexy.â
âI agree,â Blaise spoke up, grinning at you, âRegulus Black is a dilf.â
You gagged dramatically, âboth of you can keep your filthy mitts off my dad!â
The teasing continued until an eagle owl flew in through the open window looking bedraggled from the earlier rain. It landed on your lap and you took the note from its beak. Sparing a glance at the others, you broke the seal and read the letter, getting worried with every word.
âMattheoâs not coming back this year,â you said as you passed the letter to Theo.
âDid you see him at yours over the summer?â Blaise asked. Voldemort had been taking up residence in the Malfoy Manor.
Draco shrugged, âwhen he wasnât shut up in the guest room,â he glanced at you, âIâm surprised I didnât see you over the summer.â
âMy dad fell out of favour just before I was born,â ever since you were little youâd lived in a cute little house in a valley, by a lake.
But when Voldemort had returned a couple of years prior Regulus had moved you back to his motherâs house. It was unplottable on a map and had various enchantments to deter intruders though your dad still had to use Polyjuice Potion each time he left the house. Maybe Dumbledore has figured that heâd be safer at Hogwarts.
The rest of the journey was sobering as you all constructed a reply back to your friend, hoping he was alright. As the train reached the platform, Pansy outstretched her hand to Draco who stayed seated while the rest of you got up. He told the rest of you to go in ahead and heâd catch up.
You turned to Pansy as you got onto the platform, âyou know, you can do a lot better than him right?â sheâd had a crush on Draco for years.
âTrust me, I know that now. But, he really is the safest option right now.â
Draco quickly caught up to you while you were waiting to go into The Great Hall, he shoved his hands into his pockets as he followed you in. As you got to the Slytherin table, Pansy pouted as she looked up at the teacherâs table.
âI canât see your gorgeous dad because Theodore is in the way!â
âIâm not encouraging your sick crush,â Theo laughed as he turned to wink at you.
âThanks, Theo,â you giggled.
Soon enough, Dumbledore introduced the new Professors, Horace Slughorn and your dad, âthere he is,â Pansy hissed in your ear over all the applause, you could hear the smirk in her voice.
Halfway through dinner, Potter walked in holding a bloody rag to his face as he sat down with his friends.
You turned to Draco, âwhat the fuck did you do?â
âWhat makes you think I did something?â
âYouâre the only person who would,â you scoffed as you watched the boy mop at his face with an already bloodied rag. You grabbed a wad of tissues from your bag and walked over, âPotter, here,â you all but pushed the tissues into his hands.
âY/N, thanks!â he grinned, even though it split his lip open, blood immediately running down his chin.
âDonât get it twisted, didnât want to watch you make a scene,â you spun on your heel and walked back across the hall, missing the way that Potter watched you with a dazed expression.
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â I had to let you know that I got a crush on you..
draco malfoy has a crush on youâŠ
Draco is extremely arrogant so initially he would try and impress you.
Bragging about his home and the lavish, expensive possessions his parents can afford him. Itâs not charming at all, itâs actually quite annoying.
Heâd have Crabbe and Goyle help him play it up more. They would sing his praises incessantly anytime they saw you. One time you even let them convince you to go see him at Quidditch practice.
It was a nightmare.
While attempting a very daring feat on his broomstick that involved a midair roll, he fell. Luckily Madam Hooch was supervising and was able to save the poor wizard. Seeing you giggling at his misfortune definitely hurt his pride.
Eventually Blaise snitched, even though by then youâd already pieced it all together.
You decided one day at the end of one of his long bragging sessions to finally tell him you knew.
âand Dracoâ you say haltingly, before walking off making him turn to face you. âThe bragging isnât going to win me over, I prefer gentlemanâ
After that something finally clicked for the moron. From then on he was as charming as could be. Taking you out on dates, calling you âprincessâ and surprisingly treating you like one.
You were actually starting to like him
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Serendipity
chapter fourteen
summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.
no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.
pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader
warning(s): slightly suggestive, canonical violence, heavy mentions of blood/injuries, angst with some fluff at the end
series masterlist; previous part; next part
Hermione Granger was coined the smartest witch of her age for many reasons. Although brave and courageous at heart, she was wise and ambitious to the very marrow of her bones. It's how she noticed your changing affections for Mattheo Riddle, perhaps even before you did.
It started no earlier than October, when you no longer complained about your desk partner in Ancient Runes; when you'd meet up with her after the tutor sessions with bright eyes and a genuine smile, which she had not seen since the weeks leading up to the Department of Mysteries battle last summer. She knew what Riddle was like, but seeing the spark reignite in your soul began to change her perspective of him. Maybe he was inherently good after all.
When Harry told her and Ron what he had discovered about the two of you, she wasn't even a little surprised, but she was surprised that Ginny, too, was not in the least bit affected by the revelation. She watched in forlorn silence as Harry singlehandedly cut you off from them, despite everything you had done for him; everything you'd sacrificed. She had spent many nights berating him in the common room with tears in her eyes.
You were her very first friend at Hogwarts. You'd met on platform nine and three quarters in your first year and exclaimed that you absolutely adored the celebrity on the cover of the magazine she happened to be browsing through. Hermione had thought you were a muggleborn like her and was disappointed when you said you weren't. But she was elated to hear that your mother was just like her. You spent the entire trainride chatting about muggle affairs and your favourite books, and had both gotten up to help Neville find his toad which is how you met Ron and Harry.
You were the person she turned to when Ron first took to being a horrid nuisance to her. You were the person she went to for help finding out about Nicholas Flemmel and the Philosopher's stone. You were the person who wrote double the amount of notes in second year, while she was petrified, just so that she could have knowledge of all the things she'd missed out on in her absence. You were the one to subject yourself to Bellatrix Lestrange's cruciatus curse so that someone could help Harry fight of half a dozen Death Eaters by the arch in the strange room in the Department of Mysteries.
You were her sister and her best friend.
And she felt completely undeserving of all those years of sisterhood as she watched you traipse around the castle like a ghost for days, after the argument with Ron transpired outside the Hospital Wing.
She had slapped him so hard when they'd gotten far enough away from the sounds of your heart wrenching sobs. The sound had echoed so loudly through each of their ears, and she did not care about how Ginny had gasped in shock horror at her action. Or the way Harry flinched as Ron cradled his reddening cheek. It was well and truly deserved.
She did not speak to Harry or Ron for two weeks. Now she only offered vague, one-worded answers to their incessant questions. They acted as if they had done nothing wrong. It infuriated her.
Hermione wanted to find you and apologise profusely. As did Ginny. But each time they got the nerve to find you, you were surrounded by a guard of snakes. The Slytherin boys were extremely protective of you and it seemed that Mattheo no longer cared for secrecy; openly showing that you were his for all the world to see, though subtly enough that only those with keen eyes saw. Hermione saw.
You looked happier with them than you had ever been with any of your old friends. Hermione often wondered if you were meant to find them; wondered if she, Ron and Harry had been holding you back from your true potential.
She admired you. She loved you. She had to make this right.
She cornered you after an Ancient Runes lesson. A ballsy move, considering Mattheo, Theo and Pansy formed a protective wall of imposing doom behind you, like fallen angels promising retribution. She steeled her gaze, looked between all three of them, shot the true intentions of why she was doing this to their minds â she knew they were digging through her thoughts by the pin pricks in the back of her head. But not from you, never from you, although she would never hate you if you did.
"What do you want, Granger?" It's Pansy who speaks up first, her voice dark and promising unspeakable terror, if Hermione so much as said one thing out of line. She watches as you reach for the hand that softly brushes against your own and grip it with all your might; Mattheo's hand.
"I wanted to speak to you." she says directly to you. "Alone, if possible."
She can see the way Mattheo is about to rebute this.
"If not that's completely fine." its rushed and laced with desperation and you can see the emotions clouding your ex-best friend's face. The guilt and the longing. You want to hear her out.
You squeeze Mattheo's hand once before letting go and speaking to them all, without opening your mouth.
I want to hear what she has to say. You guys go ahead, I'll find you later.
Pansy's look of uncertainty is remedied by your insistence that you'd be fine, and Theo is a little reluctant but follows behind her. Mattheo is a silent and imposing statue of simmering rage at your side. And by the uncomfortable look on Hermione's face, you know he's in her head.
If she comes back crying, believe me when I say that you will regret it Granger. And if this is a farce to satisfy Potter's cruelty, he will pay for it too.
"Harry doesn't know I'm here. Neither does Ron. Ginny should be outside, she wants to talk too. I-if that's alright?"
"It's fine." your voice is softer than she's ever heard. Like you're wholly unsure if you can trust her word. It's a foreign and devastating feeling. And she hates it.
Mattheo's hand brushes your's before he reaches up and squeezes your waist affectionately, departing after Theo and Pansy moments later.
The classroom is blissfully empty. Now it's just you and Hermione, alone. The silence is tense and awkward as you each wait for Ginny to walk through the door.
She arrives moments after Mattheo's departure, steps slow and hesitant. But as she sees the two of you she releases a heavy sigh of relief and launches herself at you.
She's hugging you so tightly. Squeezing and squeezing until your arms, which are limp at your sides, instinctively wrap around her frame. She's mumbling apologies into the neck of your blue and bronze lined robe, body racking with subtle sobs, that you mirror as you melt into her embrace. Hermione joins you both after a moment and the three of you sink to the floor, twin tears streaking down your faces, apologies and words of love and hope echoing off the walls of the classroom.
Eventually the hug ends and the three of you are sat in a small circle between the desks, voices low and quiet as you listen to what the other has to say, all the while, Mattheo is a welcome presence in your mind, offering infinite reassurances as your heart races in your chest.
Hermione tells you how Harry and Ron seem like totally different people now. How she slapped Ron and did not utter a singular word to Harry until he apologised to her.
"Look I'm sorry, alright." he said one evening in the common room as she was researching for an upcoming essay. "Please talk to me, Mione."
"I'm not the one you should be apologising to." she mutters, not taking her eye off the words on the page. Harry scoffs as he sits down. "If you're going to bad mouth my best friend then go and find Ron. I don't want to hear what you have to say."
He rolls his eyes before he stands up and walks away.
Ginny feels terrible. She hadn't known it was you and Mattheo in the corridor until she heard his distinct low and raspy voice, too late. She wasn't quick enough in deterring Harry away from the space and she regrets it immensely. And the look on your face after Ron had shouted at you plays repetitively on her mind at all hours of the day.
Guilt errodes at your souls and all three of you feel the weight of it like you're being held beneath the surface of a very deep lake.
When the two of them finish explaining themselves, you inhale harshly before letting out a calming breathe.
"I can't say that your actions didn't hurt. Because then I'd be lying." you say, voice clouded in emotion. "I have been outcasted by everyone I thought I could call a friend. Even my own housemates don't speak to me. You didn't do anything to stop that, which really hurts."
There's a lump in your throat that continues to strain with every word you utter, eyes burn with the onslaught of more salty tears.
"I know that you don't trust them. And you have every reason not to. I understand that. But they have been here for me, when the two of you weren't. They've shown me what it means to be surrounded by kindness and safety and I love them all equally, no matter what has been said and done in the past. Yes they work for you-know-who. But they had no choice. You know who their families are, hell we fought most of them in June. They've been forced into this and I just want to get them out."
Ginny reaches over to squeeze your hand. You let her.
"I-" she pauses and looks at Hermione, who reaches over for your other hand. "We want to help you. In any way we can. We'll help you appeal to Dumbledore-"
"He already refused my plea for help." you say with a grimace.
Hermione gapes. "B-but he always says that-"
"-Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask." you say at the same time as she does. "Yes he said as much, and then followed with saying that they don't deserve to be helped."
"That's completely unfair." Ginny mutters. "If you were asking for anyone else he'd help in a heartbeat."
Hermione mumbles her agreement, face painted in complete disbelief at your revelation. She always believed that Dumbledore was a good and just man, but maybe she was wrong.
"We'll appeal to the Order." Ginny says. "Tonks' mum was in you-know-who's clutches when she went to the Order for help. And now she's effectively protected for life."
It's a good idea. It may work. But you have your doubts. The current members of the Order held their own prejudices, much like Voldemort's Death Eaters did.
"Tell your friends about the idea. Tell them that we'll try." Hermione says earnestly. "Nothing will ever justify our behaviour towards you, but let us make it right. Please. It's the least we can do for how badly we treated you."
What are they saying right now? Mattheo asks you, voice painted with curiousity.
They're going to help me keep you all safe.
And how, pray tell, will they achieve that? Mattheo sounds like he adamantly does not believe your words.
They have a way but I'm honestly not getting my hopes up until its more of a solid plan.
Okay, I trust you. How do you feel, love? His voice is a soft caress to all the corners of your mind. It's like he can feel the anxiety rolling off of you in waves.
I've got mixed feelings. I want to believe that they truely do mean what they're saying, but actions speak louder than words.
Even though you say that, Mattheo already knows that you'll forgive them. He may not agree with it because, in his opinion, they do not deserve your forgiveness, but he understands that you'd been akin to sisters for years before his family welcomed you into their circle with open arms. Of course you'd forgive them eventually; it doesn't mean that any of your found family would, though.
Hermione and Ginny watch as your eyes glaze over. It's obvious that you're talking mind to mind with Mattheo by the way your face heats with a blush and your face is alight with a soft, yet dazzling smile.
The three of you had once gossiped, in the cosy confines of the younger girl's bedroom, that Ginny's oldest twin brother was the perfect guy for you, but judging by your expression, they knew it then and there......Mattheo Riddle was your soulmate and you were completely and irrevocably in love with him.
An hour later, the three of you were sat under the shade of a willow tree that overlooked one of the beaches separating the Black Lake from the main courtyard.
It was as if there was never a blip in your friendship. Like old times. It felt normal. But there was an underlying feeling that everything was different at the same time. And the three of you had wordlessly accepted that fact.
"He needs to get rid of that stupid book." Hermione mutters dismally as you watch Harry and Ron stroll by, not sparing any of you a glance as they stare down at the battered Potions book in the former's hand.
"Still jealous that he's gotten better at potions than you? You're not top of the class anymore." You tease and she throws you a playful glare.
"Nevermind that. It's insidious." she says. "Just the other day he was asking if I'd heard of some kind of spell that was, quote on quote: 'for enemies'. It's completely ridiculous."
"I can't say that I disagree with you Mione." Ginny says grimly. "I overheard him telling Ron that he really wanted to test it out."
She shivers as if a blanket of cold was just thrust upon her. You're left bewildered. Harry seemed like a wholly different person and you didn't know what to make of it.
~â~
A week later, you'd come to terms with the new state of your friendship with Hermione and Ginny; your Slytherin friends were weary at first when you told them of their plan to involve the Order, but it was Theo and Blaise who agreed tentatively to hear them out.
You tried to build a bridge between your two opposing groups, and it worked somewhat: Hermione had bonded well with Theo and Ginny found a kinship in Pansy's fierce spirit as well as Enzo's witty humour. Even Luna, who had accompanied Ginny one day to see you, had found solace in Blaise's quiet and calm nature.
Draco was the most alert by your insistence of them all speaking â he was weary that Hermione did not like nor trust him and she was uneasy around the boy who had called her unsavoury names for years. But even Hermione could see how worn down and tired Draco looked, and cut him some slack.
After another drooling day of school, you were lying in Mattheo's bed, clad in nothing but one of his dark tshirts as you lied against his chest, breathing in his alluring scent of cedar, musk and smoke. After completing your homework together, the two of you had nothing better to do than laze about, sharing languid kisses and slow, soft sex.
You were talking quietly to one another, sweet giggles and deep chuckles passing between you as you bathed in the serenity of each others' presence. Mattheo's hand was tracing circles against the back of your thighs, causing you to shift away with a breathy laugh.
"That tickles. Stop it." you say, mirth shining in your eyes as you playfully glare at him as his fingers dance across your soft, sensitive skin.
"Or what?" he challenges with a smirk that has you sitting up against his stomach, the ridges of his abs brushing sensually against your aching core.
Safe to say, your clothes ended up on the floor once more and the room was once again filled with your combined sensual moans and whines.
Later, you're cuddled against him again, tired and spent as you allow sleep to overtake you. But it never comes. Enzo and Ginny burst through the door in a panicked flurry.
"Ever heard of knocking, Berkshire?" Mattheo snaps, but at the look of alarm painting his friend's face, he sits up in rapt attention.
"What is it, Enzo?" he asks, using one hand to pull the duvet over your bodies to shield you from their averting gazes.
"It's Harry and- and Malfoy." Ginny says, breathlessly as if they'd run here. "They're dueling in one of the second floor bathrooms."
That statement has the two of you scrambling for your clothes as Enzo and Ginny leave to wait outside the door.
Uniforms shoved back on in a hurry, rumpled and creased from your earlier activities, the two of you follow behind the panicking pair as they lead you to Moaning Myrtle's floor. You hear the duel before you see it. Draco and Harry are throwing insults and curses back and forth in rapid fire blows. You would be mesmerised by the feeling of all the power that sings to you, if you weren't so worried and horror stricken at what you'd stumbled into.
Upon entering the scene you can't help but gape at the destruction. The porcelain sinks lining the marbled walls are cracked and broken, crumbling to the floor; pipes bursting with a never ending onslaught of spraying water that washes across the floor like tempered glass.
Your arrival distracts Draco momentarily as he turns towards the four of you, weariness clouding his light grey eyes. It's all the time he needs for Harry to surprise all of you with his menacing words as he casts the final spell, signifying the end of the harrowing duel.
"Sectum-sempra!" he shouts and Draco releases a pained yelp before falling to the floor as Ginny gasps in horror. Blood soaks the water around him, spreading out like slick oil against it as he writhes in pain. Slashes of blood saturate his white shirt, as if a knife had been hacked against his skin.
The room is a flurry of activity as Ginny starts shouting at Harry as Enzo and Mattheo pull out their wands defensively. But you pay them no mind, immediately going to Draco's side, trying your best to comfort him as you rip open his shirt to see the damage that Harry had caused.
His torso is caked in blood, gashes of skin torn open by the force of the spell. He's lying in a pool of it, the volume increasing with each passing second. Draco was dying. Slowly and painfully.
Moaning Myrtle appeared from the pipes screaming "MURDER IN THE BATHROOM!" repeatedly as you worked tirelessly, which was not helping the onslaught of overwhelming emotions that were bubbling to the surface.
It's okay. You're okay. You need to stay awake Draco. Please stay awake. You reassure him as you mumble a series of spells. He begins writhing more.
Episkey doesn't work.
Ferula fails to expell bandages large enough to cover the gaping holes in his chest.
Basic wound sealing spells are cast in vain.
You have tried everything you can think of. But nothing is working. Tears of frustration begin to slide down your cheeks.
"What's taking you so long?" Enzo shouts at you, drawing your attention away from Draco. Your breathing is panicked and uncertain and Mattheo tilts his head towards Enzo, a silent threat to watch his tone as he sees the slick flow of tears running down your face.
"I don't- nothing is working." you say breathelessly. "I don't know what to do."
Ginny looks horrified. As do Mattheo and Enzo. Harry only looks intrigued, no trace of guilt paints his face. You narrow your eyes at him.
"It's from that book, isn't it?" you accuse and he flinches at your icy tone. "The Half Blood Prince wouldn't be stupid enough to not know a counter curse. What. Is. It?"
He doesn't answer you fast enough for Mattheo's liking. Despite not understanding what you're talking about, he turns to the bespectacled boy with barely contained rage as he points his wand in the direction of the 'Chosen One'.
"Answer her, Potter!" he snarls and Harry snaps his head in Mattheo's direction, shooting him a glare until Ginny screams at him to answer you.
"Vulnera Sanentur." he says reluctantly, as if he was waiting to see how long the effects of the spell he cast would take place. As if he was waiting for Death to sink it's claws into Draco's soul.
Immediately you work on each of the gashes on Draco's torso and they begin to heal over for the most part, but he's still loosing too much blood.
"Someone needs to help me seal his wounds properly. I can't do it by myself." you say desperately and Enzo is immediately at your side, both of you mumbling the spell and casting your wands over the various wounds that litter Draco's pallid skin. Meanwhile Mattheo and Ginny stare at Harry as if he'd grown two heads, sharing a knowing look of understanding that Harry does not miss, nor does he like. He grits his teeth at his enemy and the girl he's infatuated by as Ginny, not so subtly, inches closer to Mattheo's side. Mattheo's eyes soften at the fear coating the younger girl's cerulean eyes.
No sooner than you'd entered the fray, Professor Snape comes gliding into the room, face livid, and pushes you and Enzo away from Draco's still writhing body. He performs the healing charm with practiced ease, going over each jagged cut, that you failed to heal, with graceful precision. If you weren't so overcome with emotion, you would've put the glaringly obvious pieces together.
The flow of blood eased rapidly and the wounds knotted together intricately as he repeated the spell, tenderly wiping away the blood that coated Draco's face. You knelt close to his side, reaching out to stroke his limp hand, which was alarmingly cold to the touch. You and Enzo were both covered in a mixture of blood and water which soaked through your uniforms, sticking to you like a second skin.
No sooner than he'd arrived, Professor Snape had Draco leaning against your side and was talking softly to the boy, who was barely conscious.
"You must go to the Hospital Wing. There may be some scarring, but if you take dittany immediately we might avoid even that. Come...."
With Enzo's help, he supported Draco across the bathroom, turning at the door to say in a voice of cold fury, "And you, Potter â You will wait here for me."
Harry, at least, had the gall to look ashamed.
You're still kneeling on the floor, staring at your blood soaked hands when Mattheo appears in front of you, taking your hands in his, paying no mind to the blood soaking through his trousers.
"You did good, darling." he says softly, so only you can hear, neither pay attention to how Ginny inches closer to you two, away from Harry's wide eyes. "So good."
"If Snape didn't turn upâ" you don't want to finish the sentence, don't even want to think about what could've happened.
"If he didn't end up coming, you and Enzo would have worked tirelessly to seal Draco's wounds to the best of your abilities." he reassures you, having read the emotions as clear as day on your face. "Come on, let's go and get you cleaned up, yeah?"
You allow him to pull you to your feet and you're only reminded of his presence when Harry scoffs.
"Got something to say, Potter?" he snarls as his hand rests against the small of your back, at Harry who glares at Mattheo obstinately.
"He cursed Katie Bell. We all know it. He deserved what he had coming for him. I can't believe she willingly helped him after everything he's done to us. After everything you have done."
He spoke as if you were not standing right in front of him. You barely recognise the boy who you called your best friend for nearly six years. Harry had barely finished his sentence when Mattheo had left your side and launched at him, throwing punches and blows in Harry's face. That's not to say that Harry did not return the favour. Both boys' blood mingled with the softening pink whorls in the water. You and Ginny were screaming at them to stop; they did not acknowledge your pleas. The last time they fought like this was over a year ago.
The conduit around your neck crackles with energy and you fight the urge to break it. Instead you wrap a fist around it almost instinctively and draw out power that surges through the room, separating the two from eachother with little to no effort. They're both panting and glaring at eachother as they fight against the restraint of your power.
"That's enough." you say firmly, voice loud and commanding in the silence, wholly different to its usual cadence. Ginny is staring at you in awe, as Mattheo stares with pride. Harry looks at you with uncontainable fury and fear.
Because you're glowing.
There's a faint indigo aura surrounding your body that pulses with energy as you hold the two boys away from eachother. When Mattheo stops fighting you, you let go of the hold and watch as they slump in their spots on opposite sides of the room, both sporting matching wounds of split lips and bruised eyes.
"What the fuck are you?" Harry mumbles to himself, just as Snape returns to the bathroom. The professor looks at you in barely restrained approval before instructing you, Mattheo and Ginny out of the room. You each go without hesitation, leaving Harry at the mercy of a furious Snape.
~â~
Parting ways with Ginny at the intersection between your two common rooms, Mattheo lets you guide him towards the Ravenclaw tower, which was closer to the dungeons that were on the opposite side of the castle to where you currently were.
He follows you silently, staring at you as if he can still see the faint glow of the indigo aura that surrounded you. He didn't think you could get any more ethereal. You prove him wrong every single day.
"Do you think Draco will be okay?" you ask quietly as you reach the polished bronze Knocker that conceals the entrance to your estranged common room.
"He's strong. I know he'll be okay." Mattheo reassures you, but he chooses not to tell you that Draco's fate will be far worse if he fails to fix the wardrobe that they'd been working on for the better part of half a year. All their fates would be far worse.
You breath out a relieved sigh in response, just in time for the Eagle to blink preternaturally at the two of you. You laugh softly as Mattheo shivers at the utter human-ness of the brass eagle.
'I can break. I can be clogged. I can be attacked. I can be given. I can be kept. I can be crushed, yet I can be whole at the same time. What am I?'
It only takes you a moment to figure out the riddle and Mattheo sees the exact second that the answer fills your head, even as his stays blank with confusion.
"A heart." You say and he swears that the eagle winks as the door swings open, paving way for the sea of eyes that stare at the two of you in horror.
You realise then that your still covered, practically head to toe, in Draco's blood, skirt and knee high white socks soaked through from the water, stained a light pink. Shaking yourself out of your haze, you grip Mattheo's hand and drag him towards the staircase leading to the girls' dormitories, ignoring the eyes that are burning holes into your skin as you retreat.
You wandlessly unlock the door that leads into your dorm room and watch as Mattheo stares around in awe.
"I've never been in here before." he says quietly and you turn to him with furrowed brows.
"Yes you have. Haven't you?"
It dawns on you then, that in all the months you'd known him, you had never consciously invited him into your bedroom. It had always been his common room; his dormitory or the Room of Requirement. Never your's.
"No. I haven't." he responds, laughing at the surprise that appears on your face as he casts his surveying eyes around your room. "It's very you."
"Thankyou?" you respond questioningly which causes him to laugh more, then wince as the movement of his laughter tugs at the cut that splits his lip.
Eyes full of concern you direct him to your bed and push him down by his broad shoulders to sit, ignoring the way his brows wiggle suggestively while you find a first aid kit to remedy his injuries.
He's still smirking when you return from the bathroom, green box in hand, which you place by his side as he guides you to stand between his parted thighs. The two of you bask in the content silence as you use a damp flannel to wipe away the dried blood that has begun to crust over his soft skin, mumbled apologies escaping your lips whenever he hisses if you accidentally catch one of his cuts with the fabric.
"You could easily wish these away with a bit of magic, you know. It's a thousand times faster." he says, hands caressing the backs of yours thighs as he looks up at you, but he makes no move to stop you or push you away.
"That feels uncaring." you mumble in response as you use a bit of rubbing alcohol against the cut on his lip. "Sorry." you say as he winces.
"It's alright, love." he mumbles, leaning his head into your stomach once you finished. "Potter can really throw a punch."
Your laughter comes out as a scoff. "Maybe. But you should've seen the state you left him in."
He smirks against the damp fabric of your shirt and you swat at his curly head when you practically feel his ego inflating.
"I did give him a good beating, didn't I?"
"You're so vexingly arrogant." you say with a soft laugh that has him leaning out of your stomach to stare at you again, a mischievous glint reflecting in his honey brown eyes.
"It's one of the many attributes of mine that you fell for though, isn't it Princess." he says with so much self assurance that you just have to roll your eyes, but it's difficult to hide your smile.
"Shut up." you reply as his arms reach up to wrap around your middle, bringing you into his embrace, but he cringes away at the feel of your still wet clothes.
"Let's get you out of these yeah? You're practically shivering." he says as he untucks your shirt from your skirt, affection and...and love overtaking his soft eyes as he stares up at you, quietly stripping you of your ruined clothes that he throws into a pile at the foot of your bed.
~â~
"Thank you, Théo." you say quietly, almost in a whisper, after you're both fresh and clean from a shower, all wounds healed over with a bit of his magic.
"What for?" he asks you, just as softly, hand reaching up to brush a loose wisp of hair that had fallen into your face.
You don't answer him, not verbally at least, instead pressing a slow kiss to his mouth that he happily reciprocates, leaning in until he's hovering over you, trapping your body below his.
For protecting me. For defending me. For giving Ginny stability, despite how you feel towards her. I saw the way she gravitated towards you. Just...thank you. Your words have his mouth working harder against your's, causing a moan to escape you as his tongue licks against the seam of your lips, which part eagerly for him.
Always, sweet girl. I will always defend you and those of your friends who are worthy of defending. He replies before detaching his lips from your's, with retraint.
"Weasley could have easily let Enzo find us himself, could've even encouraged Potter to continue their duel. But she didn't; she watched a boy almost die, watched her friend heal the same boy who terrorised you all for years. She could've easily gone to Harry's defence, but she didn't. She looked to us for direction. Not him. That says a lot." he said aloud with a sigh, strands of his curly hair falling over his forehead, causing his eyes to twitch in irritation.
You used the tips of your fingers to coil the stubborn curls away from his face as he speaks, a new sense of admiration, trust and calm washing over you as you stare at your lover.
"It may take time for me to trust her, Granger too," he continues. "But I see how much she looks up to you, trusts you and vice versa. I can learn to forgive them for their wrongdoings. For you, my love."
"Thank you, Théo." you repeat as you bury your face into his shirtless chest, breathing in his intoxicating scent.
He smiles as he presses a kiss to your temple, unaware that today's events would spiral into something unfathomable that Mattheo Riddle should've seen coming from miles away.
~â~
did i mention how much i love soft!mattyđ«đ« (in every chapter since they got together đ”âđ«đ”âđ«)
i had to end it with some fluff because i'm sure you can guess what's gonna happen in the next few chapters lol
also thought id let you know that meadow's siphon powers are now fully manifested, she just has to learn how to control it (which we see briefly in this chapter)
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