Y/N and Mattheo Riddle are Slytherin housemates, not friends but not strangers either. Known for his charm and reputation, Mattheo flirts easily and denies it just as easily â except with Y/N, heâs subtly different, drawn to the fact that she doesnât react to his name or the expectations that come with it.
Y/N gets pulled into Slytherinâs chaotic friend group and instantly clashes with Mattheo Riddle, who is surrounded by admirers and casual flings. What starts as constant arguments and sharp remarks slowly turns into something charged and impossible to ignore. The group watches it all unfold like itâs entertainmentâuntil it isnât.
(read premise) Heâs known you foreverâsame circle, same summers, same everything. You were never someone he had to think twice about. Until now. Something changed over the summer. Not enough for everyone to noticeâbut enough for him. And once Mattheo Riddle starts paying attention, he doesnât stop.
By seventh year, loving Mattheo feels less like something dramatic and more like something steadyâlike breathing. You still remember how everything began in third year: the tension, the teasing, the way he looked at you like he was daring himself to care. Back then, love was a secret you carried in stolen glances across the Great Hall and whispered arguments in empty corridors. Now, itâs a quiet truth that sits comfortably between you.
Seventh year had already started, and the castle buzzed with its usual rumors. New transfers came and went, but this one⌠she was different. People whispered, eyes followed, and no one could quite decide if they were impressed, irritated, or a little intimidated. She didnât ask for attention, but she didnât need it either.
(read premise as well) On Mattheo Riddleâs birthday, the Slytherin common room is overflowing with noise, attention, and people trying to get close to him. He barely cares â until she shows
Seventh year in Slytherin is painfully boring when you only have a handful of lessons a week. So naturally, you, Pansy, Daphne, and Astoria make it a habit to kill time by sitting in the Quidditch stands, rating flying skills you absolutely do not possess and providing very loud, very unnecessary commentary.
Y/N and Mattheo Riddle have always been enemies, their tension sharp and unrelentingâuntil something shifts as they grow older. What starts as hatred turns into something far more dangerous when their constant clashes become charged with something neither of them can ignore. Now, standing too close feels nothing like warâand everything like the beginning of something worse.