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𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 - 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ✧

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warnings: suggestive? idk

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Mattheo definitely makes fun of Ravenclaws for burying their noses into books so much

because I believe he doesn’t need to study a lot at all to score high (Tom’s son after all)

though he’d secretly read a lot himself (no one knows this, not even his closest friends)

he reads lots of classics before he goes to bed to help him fall asleep

reading calms his mind and makes him forget about his worries and problems at home, it’s a form of escapism for him

he’d make fun of Ravenclaw, mock them, pull pranks… anything to annoy the house

he didn’t know why, he just loved the smart remarks he’d get in return

maybe he saw them as equally intelligent to argue with did he really?

his luck, of course, a Ravenclaw caught his eyes

he noticed you for the first time in 1st year on the Hogwarts Express and there was just something about you that made you stand out

the way you carried yourself was something that made you stay on his mind for weeks

your smile that came back into his mind, every time he closed his eyes

he didn’t want to come to terms with this little crush he developed the first few months so he’d ‘bully’ you a lot the first few years (playfully though, nothing too serious)

he would never hurt you and would never let anyone hurt you either

this man would NEVER leave you alone; everywhere you went, he went

he’d walk next to you in the hallways, annoying the shit out of you

he’d jumpscare you at any given time

he’d go to the library, specifically to interrupt your studying

as the years progressed, it turned into academic rivalry

it was something to keep himself entertained because let’s be honest he didn’t care about grades, he only cared about getting on your nerves by being better at something

because god forbid all that studying would give you good grades, right?

but he didn’t just study more, it’d go as far as sabotaging your tests

sneaking into the office of the professors who were dumb enough to keep their classrooms unlocked

he was that driven to get on your nerves, all that because the childish boy was too scared to give in to his feelings

he’d observe your manners and likes a lot over the years, following you every place you went (not creepy?)

in 6th year he’d finally gather the confidence to ask you out for the Yule Ball

in combination, he’d also gift you a stunning necklace to wear with your dress (something he’d wanted to give you for years now)

it matched with the tie he wore to the event, something to make it clear you were already his before you even knew it yourself

because he was the only one who could tease you and the only one that could have you in the end

you’d have an amazing night, dancing until your feet and legs hurt

it’d surprise you how sweet he could be after all these years of teasing (could it be you had grown to like this man?) he was just a little tipsy

after the ball, he’d take you to the astronomy tower to watch the stars

he’d give you his blazer so you wouldn’t get cold, he didn’t care if he would; the only important thing for him was for you to be warm enough and not catch a cold

he’d never admit he cared though

there, he would finally confess his feelings to you (shocker, honestly? not really)

of course, you said yes, how could you not?

even after all these years of teasing, pranks being pulled, and rivalry you had grown a liking for him

you started to like Mattheo fucking Riddle

the person who’d gotten on your nerves for the last years, now finally made his way into your heart

because deep down he was the softest person you’ve ever met, and that was proven after this magical night

he’d shown himself like he never showed himself in front of anyone else

you were the only person that made him act like that

and it’d drive him mad that anyone in this world had gotten him to go soft

gotten him to care

gotten him to open his heart

gotten him to fall in love

because deep down he knew he could trust you after all these years

that you would keep his heart save

something he had to protect so badly with frozen locks that you had seemed to melt

even though you were complete opposites, it felt like you two fit like puzzle pieces

those kind of puzzle pieces you couldn’t find until the end of the puzzle

you’d stare at the stars all night, you pointing out all constellations while he looked at you like you were his own personal star on earth

you knew he would kiss you if you even moved your head an inch to face him, so you tried to keep your eyes on the stars

this would drive him mad and eventually, he’d take your chin between his fingers to make you look at him

never could a first kiss have been better than this: one hand in your hair, the other on your neck

slowly moving his fingers over your scalp as he deepened the kiss

all the passion and pent-up frustration of keeping this crush hidden were shown by just the touch of his lips

after that night you started dating

he’d accompany you to the library, studying together…

‘studying’ together…

more like him whining about you not giving him enough attention

he’d put his hand on your thigh, slowly creeping it higher until he got the reaction out of you he wanted

and he always got it, that’s why he kept doing it

it wouldn’t be a lie to say he made your grades drop by some points (was this his whole plan?)

this would always result in you getting annoyed, rolling your eyes, and trying to make it obvious you wanted to study

“Come on y/n, studying can’t possibly be more important than me, right?” he’d whine continuously in your ear, playfully biting your neck in the process

he’d smirk against your neck “I know you like it when I touch you like this. Don’t lie to me, love.”

after that, you’d slam your books shut and pack your stuff before dragging him to your room, furious most of the time

he didn’t mind, because once again he got his way

during private study sessions, he’d sit you down on his lap, making you face him

he’d question your knowledge with the flashcards you made and every time you got something right he’d give you a quick kiss

though those study sessions would eventually turn into make-out sessions

make-out sessions would turn into you ending up late in class the next day

with the wrong tie

I mean, it’s Mattheo after all

I believe a relationship with Mattheo and a Ravenclaw would be really could when they got together but EXTREMELY slow burn

also academic rivalry duhhh

Could you maybe do fluff Mattheo X sick Ravenclaw reader and he pampers her and will carry and hold her?

Ooohhh sweeet, yes ☺️🙏🏼

A Warm Embrace

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Raveclaw!Reader Fandom: Harry Potter: Slytherin Boys

The moment I opened my eyes, I knew something was wrong. My head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton, my throat was raw, and every inch of my body ached as if I’d been hit by a Bludger. The soft, early morning light filtering through the tall windows of my Ravenclaw room felt too bright, too harsh, and I groaned, turning away from it. My bed, usually a haven of warmth and comfort, now felt like a trap I couldn’t escape.

I tried to sit up, but the room spun, and I collapsed back onto my pillows with a whimper. I was supposed to meet Mattheo Riddle in the library this morning. We’d been studying together for weeks now, and despite his Slytherin reputation, I found myself looking forward to our time together more than I cared to admit. But today, even the thought of dragging myself out of bed was unbearable. It all started yesterday during class, but now- on a beautiful autumn saturday- I felt even worse.

Just as I was contemplating how to get to the hospital wing without collapsing, there was a soft knock on my door. I frowned, trying to gather the strength to respond, but before I could, the door creaked open.

“Y/N?”

Mattheo’s voice was soft, filled with concern as he stepped into the room. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d rushed to get here, and his sharp eyes scanned the room until they landed on me.

“Mattheo?” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing here?”

He moved swiftly to my bedside, setting down a tray with tea and what looked like a bowl of soup. “Theo mentioned you weren’t feeling well,” he explained, his gaze not leaving mine. Theo? Oh, yeah. Theodore Nott was partnered up with me yesterday in Transfiguration. He must have realized my state before I liked to admit it. “When you didn’t show up to the library, I thought I’d check on you.”

I tried to sit up again, but the effort was too much. Mattheo frowned, gently placing a hand on my shoulder to keep me from straining. “You’re burning up,” he muttered, his brow furrowing as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face. “You should be in the hospital wing.”

“I didn’t want to make a fuss,” I mumbled, feeling embarrassed by how weak I sounded. “I thought I could sleep it off.”

Mattheo sighed, his expression softening. “You’re not a bother, Y/N. And you’re certainly not going to get better lying here alone.” He paused, his gaze searching my face. “Let me take you to the hospital wing.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could, Mattheo was already moving, carefully sliding an arm under my knees and another behind my back.

“Wait, Mattheo—” I started, but the words died in my throat as he effortlessly lifted me into his arms.

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice soothing as he cradled me against his chest. “I’ve got you.”

Despite the fever clouding my mind, I felt a flush creep up my cheeks. I wasn’t used to being taken care of, especially not by Mattheo, whose usual demeanor was cool and collected. But as he held me, his grip firm yet gentle, I couldn’t help but lean into him, the warmth of his body easing some of the chills that racked mine.

Mattheo carried me through the empty corridors of the castle with ease, his long strides steady and confident. As we passed through another hallway, I caught a glimpse of Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini, both of whom raised their eyebrows in surprise.

“Is she alright?” Theo asked, stepping forward, his usual carefree expression replaced with genuine concern.

“She’s burning up,” Mattheo replied, not slowing his pace. “I’m taking her to the hospital wing.”

Blaise exchanged a glance with Theo, but neither of them questioned Mattheo’s actions. Instead, they fell in step behind him, ready to offer their help if needed. Theo sent me a look and wink. A bright smirk on his face. I burried my face into Mattheo's shoulder, trying to hide my red face.

When we finally reached the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey took one look at me and immediately bustled over, shooing the boys away as she began to examine me. Mattheo, however, refused to leave my side, his hand never letting go of mine.

“She’s dehydrated and exhausted,” Madam Pomfrey said, her tone brisk as she prepared a potion. “She’ll need to stay here for the night.”

“Can I stay with her?” Mattheo asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

Madam Pomfrey hesitated, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him. “Only if you promise not to disturb her rest,” she finally relented, her tone softening. “She needs quiet and care.”

Mattheo nodded, his grip on my hand tightening slightly. “I promise.”

Once Madam Pomfrey had administered the potion and made sure I was comfortable, she left us alone, muttering about fetching more supplies. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of the curtains and the faint sounds of the castle settling for the night.

Mattheo sat beside me on the edge of the bed, his hand still holding mine. He looked down at me, his expression unreadable, and for a moment, I wondered if he regretted staying.

“You didn’t have to stay,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“I wanted to,” he replied simply, his thumb brushing lightly over the back of my hand. “You’ve been there for me more times than I can count, Y/N. Let me take care of you this time.”

I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the fever. “Thank you,” I murmured, my eyes fluttering closed.

Mattheo shifted slightly, and I felt the bed dip as he lay down beside me. “Get some rest,” he whispered, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I sighed softly, nestling against him, the steady beat of his heart soothing me. For the first time that day, I felt truly safe, the weight of my illness lifting slightly as I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

———

When I woke again, it was dark outside, the only light in the room coming from the soft glow of a candle on the bedside table. The fever had lessened, though I still felt weak and tired. But the ache in my body was no longer unbearable, and I realized with a start that I was still wrapped in Mattheo’s arms.

He awakened, his dark eyes watching me with a mixture of concern and something else—something softer, more vulnerable.

“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Better,” I replied, my throat still scratchy but not as painful as before. “Thanks to you.”

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re the one who fought off the fever, Y/N. I just... helped a little.”

“A little?” I teased, my voice still weak but laced with affection. “You carried me through half the castle, Mattheo. I think that’s more than a little.”

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. “Alright, maybe more than a little.” His expression grew serious again, his gaze locking with mine. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

I reached up, my hand trembling slightly, and cupped his cheek. “I’m more than alright,” I whispered, my heart swelling with gratitude and something deeper, something I hadn’t quite allowed myself to acknowledge until now.

He leaned into my touch, his eyes closing briefly as if savoring the moment. When he opened them again, there was a warmth in his gaze that made my breath catch.

“I care about you, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice tinged with a vulnerability I hadn’t heard from him before. “More than I think you realize.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a rush of emotion so intense it almost overwhelmed me. “I care about you too, Mattheo,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of the words.

For a moment, we just lay there, the unspoken feelings between us finally brought to light, filling the space with a warmth that was both comforting and exhilarating. Then, slowly, Mattheo leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead.

“Go back to sleep, it's the middle of the night,” he murmured against my skin, his lips brushing lightly over my temple. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

With that, I closed my eyes, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling me back to sleep, secure in the knowledge that I was in the arms of someone who truly cared.

———

The next morning, when I woke again, the first thing I felt was the warmth of Mattheo’s embrace. The fever had finally broken, and though I was still weak, I felt a thousand times better than I had the day before.

Mattheo was already awake, his hand gently stroking my hair as he watched me with a soft, contented expression. “Good morning,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing.

“Good morning,” I replied, my voice still a little rough but much stronger than before. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“Of course,” he said, his eyes full of warmth as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. “I told you I wasn’t going anywhere.”

And as I lay there, wrapped in his arms, I knew that this—more than any potion or spell—was the best medicine I could have ever asked for.

———

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