You wanted to keep your relationship private. Mattheo Riddle had other plans. One sleepy photo to the Slytherin group chat later, and the secret's out.
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@naginiThe morning light filters through the curtains in thick, golden stripes. Mattheo Riddle is awake. This is the first notable thing.
He's not supposed to be. It's Sunday. He went to bed at three in the morning. His body should be demanding at least four more hours of unconsciousness.
Instead, his eyes are open, and they're fixed on you.
You're still asleep. Completely gone to the world. One hand is curled loosely against his chest, fingers barely gripping the fabric of his t-shirt. Your face is half-buried in the crook of his shoulder, hair a chaotic mess of tangles. The hoodie you're wearing—his hoodie—has slipped off one shoulder.
He watches you for a long, quiet moment.
Then, with the slow precision of someone who has absolutely no intention of getting caught, he reaches for his phone.
The camera shutter clicks softly.
Mattheo grins down at the photo. Perfect. He opens the group chat. Types out the caption with zero hesitation. Sends it.
Then he locks his phone, sets it back on the bedside table, and wraps his arm back around your waist like he didn't just detonate a bomb in the Slytherin group chat.
Group Message — Slytherin Dungeon (7 members)
> Mattheo sent a photo
> The photo shows a dimly lit bedroom. Morning light slices through half-drawn curtains. A figure sleeps peacefully on someone's chest, face hidden, hair a mess, wearing an oversized black hoodie. A hand rests loosely on the person's back. Whose hand? Impossible to say, but it's attached to the pale arm and shoulder of the man taking the photo.
> Mattheo: get absolutely fucked 😘
> Pansy: what the fuck is that
> Draco: Explain. Now.
> Blaise: Is that… a person?
> Theodore: . . . . . . . . . . . .
> Theodore: . . .
> Daphne: MATTHEO RIDDLE WHO IS THAT
> Astoria: oh my god
> Astoria: oh my GOD
> Cecilia: i am SCREAMING
> Lorenzo: blud you’re dating someone??? WHEN did this happen???
> Mattheo: eight months ago, actually.
> Pansy: EIGHT—
> Pansy: MATTHEO.
> Pansy: MATTHEO RIDDLE.
> Pansy: GET YOUR ARSE IN THIS CHAT RIGHT NOW AND EXPLAIN HOW YOU HID AN ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP FROM US FOR EIGHT MONTHS
> Draco: Eight months? How long does it take you to trust someone you're supposedly seeing?
> Theodore: re read what mattheo said
> Theodore: he said eight months
> Theodore: i think you meant "the girl"
> Theodore: big difference
> Blaise: Theodore is right. Draco, focus.
> Draco: I—
> Pansy: mattheo stop being mysterious and TELL US WHO IT IS
> Daphne: Is it someone we know?
> Astoria: please say it's someone we know or i'll combust
> Mattheo: you all know her.
> Mattheo: don't think i'm gonna tell you any more than that rn.
> Mattheo: i'll let her wake up and decide if she wants to reveal herself.
> Pansy: NO
> Pansy: REVEAL HER RIGHT NOW
> Cecilia: pansy calm down
> Cecilia: but also mattheo please i'm begging you
> Mattheo: not my secret to share.
> Mattheo: but she looks really pretty in this photo.
> Mattheo: so that's my win for the day.
> Draco: You are insufferable.
> Blaise: Agreed. But also curious.
> Theodore: i for one think this is excellent blackmail material for future use
> Theodore: well done, mattheo
> Mattheo: you're welcome
Private Message — Mattheo to Y/N
> Mattheo hears a small sound from beside him. You're stirring. He looks down. Your fingers flex against his chest. Your breathing changes—shallower now, slower in a different way. Waking up.
> He waits.
> A single thought crosses his mind: You're about to find out.