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The Riddle brothers are dangerous when in love, and even worse when they’re rivaling eachother for it. So why rival? Sharing is caring, after all.
The Riddle brothers are dangerous when in love, and even worse when they’re rivaling eachother for it. So why rival? Sharing is caring, after all.
Professor Tom Riddle rules his Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with terrifying, absolute control, observing his students as mere pawns. However, his carefully calculated composure shatters when he notices Y/N spending all her time with his chaotic younger brother, Mattheo Riddle. Mattheo is everything Tom isn't: reckless, deeply possessive, and entirely unbothered by his older brother’s authority. Driven by an toxic mix of familial rivalry and a dark, obsessive attraction he refuses to name, Professor Riddle begins using mandatory "remedial lessons" to pull Y/N away from his brother—sparking a dangerous war of jealousy between the two brothers.
Professor Tom Riddle rules his Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with terrifying, absolute control, observing his students as mere pawns. However, his carefully calculated composure shatters when he notices Y/N spending all her time with his chaotic younger brother, Mattheo Riddle. Mattheo is everything Tom isn't: reckless, deeply possessive, and entirely unbothered by his older brother’s authority. Driven by an toxic mix of familial rivalry and a dark, obsessive attraction he refuses to name, Professor Riddle begins using mandatory "remedial lessons" to pull Y/N away from his brother—sparking a dangerous war of jealousy between the two brothers.
Draco Malfoy hates you. He thinks you are way too kind for a Slytherin, underserving of the house, and absolutely way too loud. You hate him. You think he is arrogant, snarky and a little shit. Accurate, really. You guys never really spoke. Just hated eachother from a distance. Kind of pathetic, considering you didn’t even know eachother well enough to hate the other. But we move on, of course. You guys were never planning to talk, properly. Apart from rude comments and icy glares, you guys never really had any interest in actually interacting. But now, you sort of have to. Lapland. Field trip. Days filled with snow dusted boots, muggle transportation and cocoa, life was great. Until the unexpected snowstorm. Now, snowed in, Draco and you are trapped in a freezing room with one heater, no coats and one shared thermos of cocoa. Good luck. You’ll need it when it comes to this blondie.
Draco Malfoy hates you. He thinks you are way too kind for a Slytherin, underserving of the house, and absolutely way too loud. You hate him. You think he is arrogant, snarky and a little shit. Accurate, really. You guys never really spoke. Just hated eachother from a distance. Kind of pathetic, considering you didn’t even know eachother well enough to hate the other. But we move on, of course. You guys were never planning to talk, properly. Apart from rude comments and icy glares, you guys never really had any interest in actually interacting. But now, you sort of have to. Lapland. Field trip. Days filled with snow dusted boots, muggle transportation and cocoa, life was great. Until the unexpected snowstorm. Now, snowed in, Draco and you are trapped in a freezing room with one heater, no coats and one shared thermos of cocoa. Good luck. You’ll need it when it comes to this blondie.
Mattheo Riddle had grown used to people being scared of him. By instinct, people moved out his way, avoided eye contact, flinched when he moved and listened intently whenever he spoke. He hated being reduced to his father’s actions, but nothing he did ever proved himself. That was until Y/N. Fearless, ruthless, and entirely unfazed by his father-son relationship with Voldemort, Mattheo finds himself immediately intrigued by this new girl. Especially when he finds out she doesn’t like him back.
Mattheo Riddle had grown used to people being scared of him. By instinct, people moved out his way, avoided eye contact, flinched when he moved and listened intently whenever he spoke. He hated being reduced to his father’s actions, but nothing he did ever proved himself. That was until Y/N. Fearless, ruthless, and entirely unfazed by his father-son relationship with Voldemort, Mattheo finds himself immediately intrigued by this new girl. Especially when he finds out she doesn’t like him back.
Lorenzo Berkshire was never soft to his girlfriend in public. Despite basically worshipping her in private, he is very subtle in public and avoids showing clear affection despite their public dating. And that, was until the Quidditch match. A major accident, a loud thud and lots of screaming. Now, lying in the hospital wing, all he wants is Y/N and to have her with him at all times. All he can think about is her, and the first thing he says when he wakes up is Y/N’s name. He is clingier than ever, and, for once, not afraid to let anyone see it. - requested by @kuiuu
Lorenzo Berkshire was never soft to his girlfriend in public. Despite basically worshipping her in private, he is very subtle in public and avoids showing clear affection despite their public dating. And that, was until the Quidditch match. A major accident, a loud thud and lots of screaming. Now, lying in the hospital wing, all he wants is Y/N and to have her with him at all times. All he can think about is her, and the first thing he says when he wakes up is Y/N’s name. He is clingier than ever, and, for once, not afraid to let anyone see it. - requested by @kuiuu
The entire wizarding world thinks his future is set in stone. The front page of the Daily Prophet has made it official: the prestigious Malfoy family has finalized an arranged marriage between their sole heir, Draco Malfoy, and a high-status pureblood heiress. The Great Hall is buzzing with gossip, the Slytherins are celebrating, and his destiny seems locked away by his father’s cold, ruthless signature. But the world doesn't know about you. Behind closed doors, you and Draco have been sharing a fiercely guarded, deeply intense secret romance. Hearing the news of the betrothal threatens to break your heart, but for Draco, it triggers absolute, frantic devastation. He refuses to be a puppet for the Malfoy legacy, and he completely refuses to let anyone else wear his family ring. Cornering you in the shadows of the Room of Requirement, a breathless, unraveled Draco shatters his arrogant "Ice Prince" mask to plead for your trust. He presents a dangerous pact of absolute defiance: you are going to help him systematically ruin this arrangement from the inside out.
The entire wizarding world thinks his future is set in stone. The front page of the Daily Prophet has made it official: the prestigious Malfoy family has finalized an arranged marriage between their sole heir, Draco Malfoy, and a high-status pureblood heiress. The Great Hall is buzzing with gossip, the Slytherins are celebrating, and his destiny seems locked away by his father’s cold, ruthless signature. But the world doesn't know about you. Behind closed doors, you and Draco have been sharing a fiercely guarded, deeply intense secret romance. Hearing the news of the betrothal threatens to break your heart, but for Draco, it triggers absolute, frantic devastation. He refuses to be a puppet for the Malfoy legacy, and he completely refuses to let anyone else wear his family ring. Cornering you in the shadows of the Room of Requirement, a breathless, unraveled Draco shatters his arrogant "Ice Prince" mask to plead for your trust. He presents a dangerous pact of absolute defiance: you are going to help him systematically ruin this arrangement from the inside out.
Rain, thunder, and a very bruised Malfoy ego. Slytherin just lost the match, and while the rest of Hogwarts is celebrating, Draco Malfoy is alone in the empty stands, soaked through and pretending he doesn't care. Y/N is the last person he wants to see him like this, and the only one who stays. Draco starts out sharp, defensive, and allergic to sympathy. Insults used as armor, reluctant almost-kindnesses, and moments where the polished pureblood mask slips just enough to show someone exhausted, lonely, and terrified of disappointing his family. Warmth has to be earned, and when it comes, it comes through actions: a shared cloak, a warming charm he claims he "didn't cast for you," a seat saved without comment.
Rain, thunder, and a very bruised Malfoy ego. Slytherin just lost the match, and while the rest of Hogwarts is celebrating, Draco Malfoy is alone in the empty stands, soaked through and pretending he doesn't care. Y/N is the last person he wants to see him like this, and the only one who stays. Draco starts out sharp, defensive, and allergic to sympathy. Insults used as armor, reluctant almost-kindnesses, and moments where the polished pureblood mask slips just enough to show someone exhausted, lonely, and terrified of disappointing his family. Warmth has to be earned, and when it comes, it comes through actions: a shared cloak, a warming charm he claims he "didn't cast for you," a seat saved without comment.
Y/N accidentally texts the wrong number while ranting about her day. It was meant to be Pansy. Instead, it was the cold, stoic pureblood heir — Draco Malfoy. He is dry at first, and absolutely insufferable. However, he keeps replying, and they slowly become friends — and then, something both of them refuse to name. Especially you. Because, who the fuck is this guy?
Y/N accidentally texts the wrong number while ranting about her day. It was meant to be Pansy. Instead, it was the cold, stoic pureblood heir — Draco Malfoy. He is dry at first, and absolutely insufferable. However, he keeps replying, and they slowly become friends — and then, something both of them refuse to name. Especially you. Because, who the fuck is this guy?
One night. One sealed corridor. One very unwelcoming common room. When an emergency lockdown traps Y/N in the dungeons, the only door that opens leads into the Slytherin common room. Every head turns. Every wand twitches. And the one person who steps in to stop it is the last one you'd expect: Draco Malfoy, who insists he's only doing it because rules are rules.
One night. One sealed corridor. One very unwelcoming common room. When an emergency lockdown traps Y/N in the dungeons, the only door that opens leads into the Slytherin common room. Every head turns. Every wand twitches. And the one person who steps in to stop it is the last one you'd expect: Draco Malfoy, who insists he's only doing it because rules are rules.
Theodore and you were in the most beautiful relationship ever, until he cheated. Furious, you cheat back, with Mattheo. But, it all goes wrong. You are pregnant. And it can’t possibly be Theo’s, because you have never done it with him. - good luck, soldier.
Theodore and you were in the most beautiful relationship ever, until he cheated. Furious, you cheat back, with Mattheo. But, it all goes wrong. You are pregnant. And it can’t possibly be Theo’s, because you have never done it with him. - good luck, soldier.
When Slughorn pairs you and Blaise together for potions, Blaise is relieved. Finally, someone he can work with. He is undoubtedly confident that the potion will go well — you’re smart too, after all. But then it all goes wrong. The cauldron hisses, the smoke turns a glimmering silver, and two of you get an ungodly faceful of something that was definitely NOT in the textbook. Twenty-four hours. That’s how long Madam Pomfrey says it’ll last, at least. Twenty-four hours of hearing eachother’s thoughts, every unfiltered, unflattering, deeply inconvenient one. Blaise has spent years perfecting a version of himself that gives nothing away. Y/N now has a front-row seat to everything behind it. And Y/N’s thoughts are just as loud to him. Nobody else can know. Not his friends, not yours, not Slughorn, who is far too delighted by the "accidental innovation." So the two of you will have to survive classes, meals, and a Slytherin common room's worth of curious stares while trying very hard to think about absolutely nothing.
When Slughorn pairs you and Blaise together for potions, Blaise is relieved. Finally, someone he can work with. He is undoubtedly confident that the potion will go well — you’re smart too, after all. But then it all goes wrong. The cauldron hisses, the smoke turns a glimmering silver, and two of you get an ungodly faceful of something that was definitely NOT in the textbook. Twenty-four hours. That’s how long Madam Pomfrey says it’ll last, at least. Twenty-four hours of hearing eachother’s thoughts, every unfiltered, unflattering, deeply inconvenient one. Blaise has spent years perfecting a version of himself that gives nothing away. Y/N now has a front-row seat to everything behind it. And Y/N’s thoughts are just as loud to him. Nobody else can know. Not his friends, not yours, not Slughorn, who is far too delighted by the "accidental innovation." So the two of you will have to survive classes, meals, and a Slytherin common room's worth of curious stares while trying very hard to think about absolutely nothing.
You are an American. Mattheo Riddle is British. You guys were never supposed to meet. But that all changed when you and your other American friends decide to go on a girl’s trip to Kent. It was a last minute plan, yet it worked out perfectly. Days filled with rolling hills, stretched forests and the gorgeous sunset you never get in Minnesota. You and your friends absolutely adored Canterbury. And even more when you guys met a British friend group. 5 boys and two weeks of British sun, they grow closer than ever. Sparks fly between Astoria and Draco, Daphne and Theodore become suffocatingly close, and Pansy and Blaise suddenly seem to get on. And there’s Lorenzo. The wingman, as per usual — he already has a girlfriend, and he’s loyal. But then there’s you and Mattheo. Strictly friends, of course. You two promised to not fall in love because of how far apart you lived. Imagine how hard that would be, right? Scotland to Minnesota. Hours and hours of distance and a very irritating time zone gap. But of course, things don’t go to plan. Mattheo finds himself falling for the girl who pronounces caramel wrong. And you finds yourself falling for the boy with the funny passion for football with a spotty ball. - inspired by my own hometown. i heart kent
You are an American. Mattheo Riddle is British. You guys were never supposed to meet. But that all changed when you and your other American friends decide to go on a girl’s trip to Kent. It was a last minute plan, yet it worked out perfectly. Days filled with rolling hills, stretched forests and the gorgeous sunset you never get in Minnesota. You and your friends absolutely adored Canterbury. And even more when you guys met a British friend group. 5 boys and two weeks of British sun, they grow closer than ever. Sparks fly between Astoria and Draco, Daphne and Theodore become suffocatingly close, and Pansy and Blaise suddenly seem to get on. And there’s Lorenzo. The wingman, as per usual — he already has a girlfriend, and he’s loyal. But then there’s you and Mattheo. Strictly friends, of course. You two promised to not fall in love because of how far apart you lived. Imagine how hard that would be, right? Scotland to Minnesota. Hours and hours of distance and a very irritating time zone gap. But of course, things don’t go to plan. Mattheo finds himself falling for the girl who pronounces caramel wrong. And you finds yourself falling for the boy with the funny passion for football with a spotty ball. - inspired by my own hometown. i heart kent
When Theodore Nott opens up to Mattheo Riddle about his lovesick problem, he expects advice and comfort. Instead, he finds Mattheo Riddle to be dating the only girl he had ever wanted, and it pains his heart more than any breakup could.
When Theodore Nott opens up to Mattheo Riddle about his lovesick problem, he expects advice and comfort. Instead, he finds Mattheo Riddle to be dating the only girl he had ever wanted, and it pains his heart more than any breakup could.
You and Draco were once a happy couple, until the Wizarding War. You watched your greatest enemy, Voldemort, embrace your boyfriend, who didn’t argue. Betrayed and absolutely horrified, you run. Fourteen years later, you run into him in Diagon Alley. You apparently want nothing to do with him, yet his promise ring sits on your hand. But he doesn’t need to know. What he needs to do? Fucking explain.
You and Draco were once a happy couple, until the Wizarding War. You watched your greatest enemy, Voldemort, embrace your boyfriend, who didn’t argue. Betrayed and absolutely horrified, you run. Fourteen years later, you run into him in Diagon Alley. You apparently want nothing to do with him, yet his promise ring sits on your hand. But he doesn’t need to know. What he needs to do? Fucking explain.
Lorenzo Berkshire knows your name. He’s said it so many times to his friends, written it and whispered it and thought about it. But to you? It’s like he doesn’t know how to say it. Constantly pronouncing it wrong, stumbling over syllables and stuttering. Why? You’ve corrected him fifteen thousand times. It’s because Lorenzo Berkshire loves seeing you smile. And the only time you smile at him is when you’re softly correcting him.
Lorenzo Berkshire knows your name. He’s said it so many times to his friends, written it and whispered it and thought about it. But to you? It’s like he doesn’t know how to say it. Constantly pronouncing it wrong, stumbling over syllables and stuttering. Why? You’ve corrected him fifteen thousand times. It’s because Lorenzo Berkshire loves seeing you smile. And the only time you smile at him is when you’re softly correcting him.
When Y/N pulls a bleeding, semi-conscious Mattheo Riddle from the edge of the Forbidden Forest after a dark magic experiment goes horribly wrong, she thinks she is just doing the right thing. She expects a quiet thank you, or perhaps complete denial. Instead, she triggers a ancient, dark psychological shift within him. To Mattheo, a life saved means a life owned. From the moment he wakes up in the hospital wing, his chaotic, dangerous nature locks onto her with terrifying focus. He shadows her corridors, drives away her friends, and violently claims her as his exclusive property—turning her act of mercy into a permanent trap of absolute obsession.
When Y/N pulls a bleeding, semi-conscious Mattheo Riddle from the edge of the Forbidden Forest after a dark magic experiment goes horribly wrong, she thinks she is just doing the right thing. She expects a quiet thank you, or perhaps complete denial. Instead, she triggers a ancient, dark psychological shift within him. To Mattheo, a life saved means a life owned. From the moment he wakes up in the hospital wing, his chaotic, dangerous nature locks onto her with terrifying focus. He shadows her corridors, drives away her friends, and violently claims her as his exclusive property—turning her act of mercy into a permanent trap of absolute obsession.
Theodore Nott is grumpy. Always moody, guarded, and tough, no one really tries to cross his path unless they have to. His glare could curdle milk, and his cold shoulder could freeze ice. He wasn’t secretly soft — genuinely hardened and terrifying. That was, until you. Loud, popular, and absolutely insufferable, Theodore finds his hard shell weakening for you. His gaze becomes softer, his biting comments less harsh. He is still Theo, just… less so. And he doesn’t know why you do that to him. He’s trying to figure it out too, mate. Give him a break.
Theodore Nott is grumpy. Always moody, guarded, and tough, no one really tries to cross his path unless they have to. His glare could curdle milk, and his cold shoulder could freeze ice. He wasn’t secretly soft — genuinely hardened and terrifying. That was, until you. Loud, popular, and absolutely insufferable, Theodore finds his hard shell weakening for you. His gaze becomes softer, his biting comments less harsh. He is still Theo, just… less so. And he doesn’t know why you do that to him. He’s trying to figure it out too, mate. Give him a break.
You and Draco are in a secret relationship. Why? Because your families are in the most heated rivalry across Europe. You have both been content until you start receiving luxury gifts from a secret Slytherin admirer. Now, Draco understands why people obsess over their women in public too.
You and Draco are in a secret relationship. Why? Because your families are in the most heated rivalry across Europe. You have both been content until you start receiving luxury gifts from a secret Slytherin admirer. Now, Draco understands why people obsess over their women in public too.
Hogwarts is a dangerous place to be a target. With the shadow of a brewing war looming over the castle, the corridors have become a minefield. For you, an outsider facing relentless harassment from elite pureblood bullies, surviving the school year seems entirely impossible. But you aren't the only one under siege. Mattheo Riddle, the volatile, deeply feared son of Voldemort, is drowning under his own unique nightmare. He is the ultimate political prize, ruthlessly hunted by ambitious Death Eater families and clingy heiresses desperate to secure a spot at his side. He is brilliant, toxic, and utterly exhausted by the relentless social chess. Following a tense encounter in the Restricted Section of the library, Mattheo presents a dangerous, transactional proposition: The Red Pact.
Hogwarts is a dangerous place to be a target. With the shadow of a brewing war looming over the castle, the corridors have become a minefield. For you, an outsider facing relentless harassment from elite pureblood bullies, surviving the school year seems entirely impossible. But you aren't the only one under siege. Mattheo Riddle, the volatile, deeply feared son of Voldemort, is drowning under his own unique nightmare. He is the ultimate political prize, ruthlessly hunted by ambitious Death Eater families and clingy heiresses desperate to secure a spot at his side. He is brilliant, toxic, and utterly exhausted by the relentless social chess. Following a tense encounter in the Restricted Section of the library, Mattheo presents a dangerous, transactional proposition: The Red Pact.
Former high school sweethearts Y/N and Draco Malfoy are sat next to one another at a mutual friend’s wedding. They try to get through the whole meal pretending not to know one another, until someone says, ‘You two used to date, didn’t you?’
Former high school sweethearts Y/N and Draco Malfoy are sat next to one another at a mutual friend’s wedding. They try to get through the whole meal pretending not to know one another, until someone says, ‘You two used to date, didn’t you?’
Lorenzo "Enzo" Berkshire has spent his entire life in the shadows of your affection, harboring a dark, unyielding obsession for you that borders on madness. He knows every detail of your routine, your favorite things, and the exact sound of your laugh. The problem? That laugh is always reserved for Cedric Diggory, the golden boy of Hogsmeade and the current anchor of your heart. Driven to absolute desperation by your devotion to a Hufflepuff who seems entirely too perfect, Enzo decides he is done waiting in the wings—and he will use every manipulation, dark charm, and secret he possesses to tear you away from Cedric's light.
Lorenzo "Enzo" Berkshire has spent his entire life in the shadows of your affection, harboring a dark, unyielding obsession for you that borders on madness. He knows every detail of your routine, your favorite things, and the exact sound of your laugh. The problem? That laugh is always reserved for Cedric Diggory, the golden boy of Hogsmeade and the current anchor of your heart. Driven to absolute desperation by your devotion to a Hufflepuff who seems entirely too perfect, Enzo decides he is done waiting in the wings—and he will use every manipulation, dark charm, and secret he possesses to tear you away from Cedric's light.
To evade an arranged pureblood betrothal, Lorenzo Berkshire makes you an offer you can't easily refuse: spend the winter holidays at Berkshire Manor pretending to be his prospective partner. Surrounded by rigid tradition and watchful eyes, playing the part of a hopelessly devoted couple requires perfect coordination. But as private rehearsed intimacy bleeds into public galas and quiet late-night admissions, the line between playing a role and real feeling begins to vanish.
To evade an arranged pureblood betrothal, Lorenzo Berkshire makes you an offer you can't easily refuse: spend the winter holidays at Berkshire Manor pretending to be his prospective partner. Surrounded by rigid tradition and watchful eyes, playing the part of a hopelessly devoted couple requires perfect coordination. But as private rehearsed intimacy bleeds into public galas and quiet late-night admissions, the line between playing a role and real feeling begins to vanish.
At a ten-year reunion, the old quiet wallflower known as Theodore Nott is asked to dance by his old rival, Y/N, only to discover that the mutual animosity has completely melted into an easy, magnetic chemistry.
At a ten-year reunion, the old quiet wallflower known as Theodore Nott is asked to dance by his old rival, Y/N, only to discover that the mutual animosity has completely melted into an easy, magnetic chemistry.
Y/N and Draco write anonymous columns for the school daily newspaper. Y/N writes about gossip and what’s going on, Draco writes about education and how to be brooding and mysterious. They secretly fall for each other’s personalities through paper whilst the whole school reads on giddily, whilst arguing to death in real life.
Y/N and Draco write anonymous columns for the school daily newspaper. Y/N writes about gossip and what’s going on, Draco writes about education and how to be brooding and mysterious. They secretly fall for each other’s personalities through paper whilst the whole school reads on giddily, whilst arguing to death in real life.
Theodore Nott has always written songs for other people. Breakup songs for his friends, love songs for Spotify, even silly jingles for local businesses. The one song he can’t seem to finish is the one about Y/N. Y/N is his best friend. The girl who walks him home after late rehearsals. The girl who knows exactly how he takes his coffee. The girl who proudly claims that all romantic songs are “kind of stupid.” When Theodore accidentally leaves his unfinished notebook behind, Y/N finds pages full of lyrics about a mystery girl. Assuming the songs are about someone else, Y/N starts helping him win over his “crush”. Now Theo has to survive hearing relationship advice from the very person he’s in love with. The more time they spend together, the more impossible it becomes to keep the truth hidden. And when the song is finally finished, he’ll have to decide whether he’s brave enough to let him hear it.
Theodore Nott has always written songs for other people. Breakup songs for his friends, love songs for Spotify, even silly jingles for local businesses. The one song he can’t seem to finish is the one about Y/N. Y/N is his best friend. The girl who walks him home after late rehearsals. The girl who knows exactly how he takes his coffee. The girl who proudly claims that all romantic songs are “kind of stupid.” When Theodore accidentally leaves his unfinished notebook behind, Y/N finds pages full of lyrics about a mystery girl. Assuming the songs are about someone else, Y/N starts helping him win over his “crush”. Now Theo has to survive hearing relationship advice from the very person he’s in love with. The more time they spend together, the more impossible it becomes to keep the truth hidden. And when the song is finally finished, he’ll have to decide whether he’s brave enough to let him hear it.
