Everyone knows Mattheo Riddle. What they don’t know is that the most reckless boy in Slytherin has been secretly dating y/n for months. Keeping it hidden was easy—until one morning, Mattheo walks into the common room with a very obvious little problem on his chest.
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@unethicaIThe Slytherin common room was still and quiet, lit only by the pale green glow of the lake pressing against the windows. Morning light filtered through the water, casting strange shadows across the leather sofas and dark wood tables.
Y/n was curled into the corner of one of the larger couches, half-asleep with a mug of coffee balanced on her knee. The rest of the room was mostly empty. Too early for the usual chaos.
The portrait door swung open with a low groan.
Mattheo Riddle
strides in shirtless, still damp from a shower, dark hair dripping onto his shoulders Morning.
He barely got three steps toward the coffee table before Draco looked up from his seat by the fire.
Draco Malfoy
slowly lowers his cup Riddle.
Mattheo Riddle
doesn't stop walking What?
Draco Malfoy
Put a fucking shirt on.
Mattheo Riddle
snorts, reaching for the coffee pot Why? Scared I'll make you feel inadequate, Malfoy?
Blaise Zabini
from the armchair, eyes narrowing Oh, you are so fucked.
Mattheo Riddle
pauses, coffee cup halfway to his lips The hell are you two on about?
Lorenzo Berkshire
emerges from the boys' dormitory stairs, stops dead halfway down Mate. Your chest.
Mattheo glanced down. The faint, scattered marks across his collarbone and ribs weren't random. They were deliberate. Dark little bruises, clustered together in a shape that was unmistakable from across the room. A heart.
Mattheo Riddle
mutters under his breath Oh, fuck.
Draco Malfoy
deadpan OH?
Blaise Zabini
leans back, smirking You've got a fucking heart on you.
Lorenzo Berkshire
starts descending the stairs again, grinning Not even one hickey. Someone sat there and made a whole fucking design.
Mattheo yanked the nearest black T-shirt from the back of the couch and pulled it over his head, jaw tight.
Mattheo Riddle
You lot are obsessed with me.
Draco Malfoy
Who is she?
Mattheo Riddle
drops onto the couch opposite Y/n, legs spread, coffee in hand Nobody.
Blaise Zabini
Nobody left you a love heart on your chest?
Mattheo Riddle
takes a slow sip Apparently somebody did.
Lorenzo Berkshire
flops down next to Draco You're not even going to deny having a girl?
Mattheo Riddle
smirks despite himself Why would I tell you anything?
Draco Malfoy
Because we're your friends.
Mattheo Riddle
That's exactly why I'm not telling you.
Blaise Zabini
I knew it. He's got a secret girlfriend.
Mattheo Riddle
flips him off without looking Keep talking and I'll give you something else to gossip about.
Lorenzo Berkshire
dramatically clutches his chest Riddle's gone soft.
Mattheo Riddle
Fuck off.
The common room started to fill as the others drifted in. Pansy appeared from the girls' side, immediately sensing the tension. Daphne and Astoria followed close behind, both already glancing between the boys with interest.
Pansy Parkinson
stops beside the couch, hands on hips Alright. Why does Draco look like someone pissed in his pumpkin juice?
Lorenzo Berkshire
grinning Mattheo's got a secret girlfriend.
Pansy Parkinson
whips around WHAT?
Mattheo Riddle
groans, head falling back against the couch I don't have a secret girlfriend.
Daphne Greengrass
sits gracefully in the armchair beside Blaise Then why did Lorenzo say it like that?
Astoria Greengrass
smiles, settling next to her sister And why do you look like you want to murder him?
Mattheo Riddle
Because he's a twat.
Blaise Zabini
He's got a heart-shaped hickey on his chest.
The room went silent. Then Pansy absolutely lost it.
Pansy Parkinson
shrieks A HEART-SHAPED HICKEY?!
Mattheo Riddle
pinches the bridge of his nose Can you be louder? I don't think they heard you in the Hufflepuff common room.
Pansy Parkinson
ignoring him completely Who is she? Is she in our year? Is she in our house? gasps Is she in this room?!
Mattheo Riddle
doesn't look at Y/n No.
Draco Malfoy
eyes narrow thoughtfully He answered too fast.
Mattheo Riddle
glaring I'll answer faster when I'm hexing your mouth shut.
Lorenzo Berkshire
leans forward, elbows on knees Come on, mate. Give us a clue. Is she fit?
Mattheo Riddle
flat I'm not doing this.
Blaise Zabini
Is she from Slytherin?
Mattheo Riddle
stands abruptly I'm leaving.
Daphne Greengrass
calmly You're not leaving. You're just going to pace and then sit back down.
Mattheo Riddle
pauses, then sits back down, glaring at Daphne I hate you.
Daphne Greengrass
smiles serenely No, you don't.
Pansy Parkinson
drops onto the couch arm beside Y/n, bouncing slightly Y/n, help us interrogate him. You're good at this.
Mattheo Riddle
finally lets his gaze flick to Y/n for the briefest second, something unreadable behind his eyes Yeah, Y/n. Why don't you join in?