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Almost loosing you- Cedric diggory

Chapter 1 (Chapter 2 coming soon)

Warnings: Obsessive Cedric, torture(in the upcoming chapter), Cedric is 17 you are 16), Includes spoilers for Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Someone dying( not you or Cedric) You probably think this is cringe but I tried my best, Slight Harry x reader, angst, Harry is kinda a jerk in this but bare with me.

Pairing: Dark Cerdic Diggory x FEM reader

Summary: What would happen if Barty(Jr.) did not only put Harry's name in the goblet but also yours.

Author's note: Y'all I'm sorry if this is cringe, I tried my best, ok?

"The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!"

The hall filled with the sounds of clasps and cheers, Cedric Diggry, the Hogwarts golden boy had been chosen by the goblet of fire.

His friends and other Hufflepuffs congratulate him as he walks to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore shakes Cedric's hand and congratulates him, as he goes to another room where the rest of the champions are.

"Excellent! We now have our three champions, but in the end, only one will go down in history." Shouted Dumbledore, the students becoming quiet.

"Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory, The Triwizard Cup!" Said Dumbledore, pointing at the cup as The cloth flew away, revealing it in all its glory.

The hall filled with the sounds of claps once again. Suddenly the goblet of fire's blue flames became stronger, glowing red as 2 sheets of paper came out of it.

Dumbledore slowly walked over to it, catching the 2 small sheets of paper before it touched the ground.

He slowly opened the pair, "Y/N L/N and Harry Potter!" Shouted Dumbledore, as he turned his head to look for the both of you, looking furious.

You were frozen, you did not move an inch of your body, you were frozen in shock, you did not put your name in the Goblet of Fire, and you were still 16, The goblet won't accept your paper if you are under 17!

You looked over at Harry, fear was written all over his face, he was probably thinking the same thing.

You slowly stood up, your legs feeling like jelly. You slowly walked over to Dumbledore as Harry did the same.

You looked around, and you saw people whispering, probably thinking that you asked someone older student than you to put your name in the goblet or that y. You wanted to dig up a hole and bury yourself in it, not wanting anyone to stare at you anymore.

What seemed like a thousand years, you and Harry reached Dumbledore as he handed you your paper.

You opened the paper to see your name written on it. You were confused, who would put your name in the Goblet? It is definitely someone 17 or older since Dumbledore put a spell where only people above 16 can pass, but the only problem is who it was, Who would put you and Harry's name?

You and Harry went to another room where all of the other champions were in. You were scared, you did not like the feeling you were getting right now.

When you and Harry went to another room, You saw Krum, Fleur, and Cedric, who was supposed to be the only Hogwarts champion, but now it was Harry, Cedric, and you.

"Harry, did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?! " Shouted Dumbledore as he grabbed Harry by the shoulders. "No sir! "Harry replied."

How about you L/N? did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire!? "Dumbledore said, turning away from Harry, now focusing on you.

"No sir, I didn't! "You replied back. Even if you were 17 you still would not put your name in the Goblet, not wanting to die.

Did any of you ask one of the older students to do it for you? No sir! You and Harry replied back at the same time.

"Are both of you absolutely sure?!" "Yes sir!" You and Harry replied back at the same time again.

"But of course, they are lying!" " The hell they are!"

Said Olympe and Alastor, the Other teachers arguing back.

"The rules are absolute. The Goblet of Fire constitutes a binding magical contract, said Bartemius, turning to look at the both of us. Mr. Potter and Ms. L/N have no choice. They are, as of tonight...a Triwizard Champion", he said, making the other teachers look at you and Harry.

You were horrified, you did not want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament! But what can you do? You have no other choice yet to play and hopefully survive...

"Goodnight to the both of you", said Dumbledore turning his back to the both of you, walking away with the other teachers, still whispering to each other if they should allow us to participate, leaving you, Harry, and the other champions in the room.

You turn to Harry, you never really talked to him before, you just see him walking to class or eating in the great hall. He was in his 4th year at Hogwarts while you were in your 5th year, so you were never really that close.

You were snapped out of your train of thought when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. You turned your head to face the person to see no other than Cedric with a concerned face, "What did you do?" asked Cedric, he looked concerned, "Nothing, I did not do anything", I replied back, turning to Harry, "Neither did he", I said, making Harry look at me and then to Cedric.

He let go of my shoulder, taking a few steps back, "Ok then, good night", he said to the both of us, before walking away.

I watched him walk way silently, before turning back to Harry, 'Did Dumbledore hurt you? Huh?'

'Your shoulders', I pointed, "he grabbed it remember? It looked like it hurt", you said.

You felt awkward, you did not know what to say to him, you just wanted to have a good relationship with him for now, knowing the both of you would face hatred from the other students, so at least you had each other right?

"No, it's fine don't worry" " he replied, "Oh that's good", you said nodding, turning your head away from him.

"I- um... Good night," he said, walking away from you," Oh uh, goodnight!" You said with a smile, well that was awkward, you sighed, I should really go to bed, you left the room, now going to your common room.

*CLICK*

the next day came, and you were beside Harry, smiling the best you could, you were holding that smile for so long that your cheeks were starting to hurt. When will this photo-taking be over, you thought, getting irritated by the second.

The blonde lady walked closer to where all of you were standing. "What a charismatic quartet", she said, becoming silent once again.

You side-eyed Harry, cursing the person who put your name in the goblet.

"Hello!" Said the lady, walking even closer, reaching her hand over to Cedric, which he took, shaking hands with her.

"I'm Rita Skeeter", she said, now handing her hand out to the other champions, shaking it with excitement.

"I write for a Daily Prophet, But of course, you know that don't you? It's you we don't know, she said with a chuckle, you're the juicy news, what quirks beneath those rose cheeks?" She said touching Fleur's cheek before giving it a light slap, "What mysteries do the muscles mask?" She said now walking over to Cedric, ruffling his hair, Does "courage lie beneath those curls", walking in between Harry and Cedric.

"In short, what makes a champion tick? Me, myself, and I want to know. Not to mention my rapid readers", laughing to her self.

"So, who's feeling up to share? Mh?" She asked, looking at all of us, waiting for a volunteer.

"Shall we start with the girl beside the boy?" Lovely, she said before gabbing your arm and dragging you to another room.

She pushed you inside, before closing the door halfway. Rita looks around the small and tight room, "mh, this is cozy", she said, "it's a broom cupboard", you replied back, getting a little nervous.

"You should feel right at home then", she says before guiding you towards the stairs as she walks down.

"Don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill, do you"? "No not at all", you replied, sitting down on the stair case.

"So tell me, Y/N. Here you sit a mere girl of 12"-

the quill started to write on the notebook by itself, which is not really surprising, considering other magical stuff you have seen.

"I'm 16, you interrupted making her close her eyes in irritation before continuing to speak:

-"About to compete against four students, not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself. But you have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams".

Rita said before the quill pointed at you, waiting for an answer, "I- um...I never really thought about it", you said, getting even more nervous.

"Just ignore the quill", Rita said making you look away from the Quill now facing her.

"Then, of course, you're no ordinary girl of 12, are you?"

"16"-

"Is it true that you asked someone older than you to put your name in the Goblet?" She continued, "No, I did not and I don't even know why anyone would put my name in the goblet. Maybe for revenge or something? Well can't really be that reason since I did not do anything to anyone"-

She gasped, "Of course, you didn't". she said before smiling at you and giving you a wink.

"Everyone loves a rebel Y/N", she continued, before chuckling again. Scratch that last, she said turning to the Quill, making the Quill erase it.

Speaking of your parents, "How would they feel? Proud or concerned, That their child joined such a dangerous tournament, so dangerous in fact that people died"-

"I did not join"-

"How would they feel if their daughter died in the tournament? What would they do?"

"Why are you asking me this?"

Her questions were getting more and more concerning, it was making you feel uncomfortable. You cursed that person who put your name in the goblet, how you wish to punch them square in the face.

"Do you think you will win this tournament Y/N?"

She asked, with a serious look on her face, the Quill stops writing waiting for an answer, making you feel pressured

You thought about it for a moment, Would you survive? You were not really sure, you never really thought about it.

"I will do my best. Even If I lose, at least I tried, right?"

"Mh, ok then", Rita said, the quill continued writing, "you may leave now Y/N", said Rita.

You stood up from the staircase, dusting the dirt and dust off your robe.

"By the way, Please call Cedric, it's his turn."

You nodded at Rita, turning away from her as you went back to the other room.

You grabbed the door of the cupboard, opened it slowly, and walked out, feeling relieved that you left that suffocating room.

You walked over to the other champions, they were just waiting there, so quiet.

"Cedric, she's calling you."

He looked at you, oh ok, he replied, he looked as nervous as I was. He started to walk away going inside the dark broom cupboard.

"How was it?" Asked Harry, that was his first time starting a conversation with you, "It was pressuring", you replied, sighing before standing beside him. "Why did this happen to us?" you turned to Harry, asking him the same question he had been thinking the whole night.

"I don't know", he said, before becoming silent again, so silent that you could hear him breathing, so silent that you could hear the muffled voices of Rita asking Cedric Questions.

"I'm sorry this stuff happened to you", you said to Harry, he looked at you, "What do you mean?" "I mean that I feel bad for you, bad things always happen to you, and I feel terrible about it. I remember in your 2nd year, the whole school was terrified of you when you spoke parseltongue."

"It's fine, I'm kind of used to it by now", he said giving you a small smile.

You smiled back at him, you would pray for this boy to have a great life, where no more problems would face him ever again, just a good and happy life.

...

You were walking down the stairs, trying to walk as carefully as you can, making sure that you won't fall when the stairs suddenly move.

"Hey Y/N", you heard your name, you stopped walking, turning your head to where the voice was coming from.

You saw Harry, running towards you, he looked like he was in a rush.

"Hello Harry, how are you?", he stopped running in front of you catching his breath, looking around before saying the first task is dragons, he said before looking at you with a serious face, now breathing heavily, "W-what?" " The dragons are the first task, they've got one for each of us."

He explained to me what happened with him and Hagrid. "Promise not to say to anyone, "Got it?" Said Harry waiting for me to reply to him, "Got it but...How about Cedric, should we tell him?" Harry looked down for a moment, lost in thought before saying.

"You tell him, you are closer to him anyway" Said Harry looking around once again if anyone is near us. Ok then, you agreed, "when though?" You asked, "Any time", replied Harry, before leaving.

So the first task is dragons? You asked yourself before walking down the stairs again. You sighed, if the first task is really Dragons, how much harder will be the next tasks? You groaned just by thinking about it. And why would Harry tell you what the first task is? You were not really sure if Harry was telling the truth. Well, what to do? If the task really is dragons then you are for sure gonna die.

...

You were walking in the halls looking for Cedric to tell him what the first task is.

You ignored the students laughing at you, calling you "a cheat" and saying mean stuff to you, wearing badges saying that "Y/N stinks" or " Y/N is a cheater".

You continued waking until you finally saw the brown-headed boy sitting with friends. You started walking towards them. His friends saw you, they started to laugh and bully you. Cedric, I need to talk to you, you said, once again ignoring the mean comments, "about what?" Cedric replied sitting up and looking at you with confusion, "Just come with me", you said before grabbing his arm and taking him away from his friends.

"Cedric If Y/N confesses to you, reject her, don't want ya to date a cheat"! One of his friends said before laughing with the other guys.

"Fuck off!" You shouted, making them go silent for a split second before laughing again and mocking you. "Jerks..."You whispered to yourself, dragging Cedric to a more private place to tell him "the news".

You stopped walking, looking around before whispering, Dragons are the first task, you said, looking around once again making sure nobody heard you. "Are you serious?" Cedric asked. You nodded, And Harry and the others do they...?

"Yes", you replied, - "Come on Ced, leave her!" said one of his friends.

I need to go now, you said to Cedric, walking away as fast as you could trying to run away before more students made fun of you.

"Hey, listen"-

Cedric grabbed your hand before you could walk away any further. "About the badges, I've asked them not to wear them, but"-

Don't worry about it.

'You said giving him a soft smile, you sure'? Cedric asked softly, still holding your hand. 'Yeah, it's fine', you replied before walking away, making Cedric let go of your hand.

...

Today was the day when you were gonna do the first task, which was the dragons, thanks to Harry telling you.

You were in a large tent with the other champions, preparing yourself for the first task.

"Are you ready?" asked Harry, "Of course not" " you replied, putting on your gloves. "Are you?" You asked, looking at him, '"no..." He replied looking away, you chuckled, smiling at him as you grabbed his shoulder, whatever happens, don't die out there, alright?

Harry smiled at you, right, he said, you should put on your gloves, you need them, you said, "Oh right" he said walking away, looking for his gloves.

You can hear students cheering for the champions, you are nervous, and you do not want to embarrass yourself in front of a bunch of people, you have never gone face-to-face with a dragon before. hopefully, you won't be burned to death-

"Y/N, are you alright?" You turned your head only to face Cedric, "Yeah I am, hopefully, I won't die", you said, awkwardly laughing before falling silent." I just want to say good luck and please be careful out there", said Cedric with a worried look, "Don't worry I will", you replied, placing your hand on his shoulder, and giving him a smile.

*CLICK*

You and Cedric both turned your guy's heads over at where the sound came from, only to see Rita with her cameraman.

"Young love", said Rita walking over to the both of you. "How...stirring", said Rita pointing at her Quill that started to write.

"If everything goes unfortunately today, you two may even make the front page."

"We're not dating, we're just friends", you said to Rita, letting go of Cedric's shoulder, "Are you sure? It sure does not look like it", Rita said smirking.

"You should leave", you looked over to your left side, surprised to see Krum, "this tent is for Champions", said Krum to Rita.

Rita smiled at Krum, "no matter what. We've got what we wanted", she said the Quill brushing its feather on his face, making Krum move away.

*CLICK*

The photographer took another photo, walking away with Rita.

Suddenly, Dumbledore entered the tent, "Good day champions! Gather around, please". He said making all of us surround him. "Now, you've waited, you've wondered, and at last, the moment has arrived", said Dumbledore, making the other headteachers come in.

"A moment only five of you can fully appreciate", said Dumbledore, turning to Bartemius, "Barty the bag", said Dumbledore, making Barty go in front of Dumbledore, "Champions, in a circle around me", said Barty making us go closer to him.

Miss Delacour, over here, he said grabbing Fleur and putting her on the opposite side, Mr. Krum, over here, making him stand beside Fluer. "And Potter, Mr. Potter, over here, Bart said, pulling Harry beside me.

"Now, Miss Delacour", you will, Barty said, handing her the bag, smoke coming out of it. Fleur put her hand inside, flinching at its heat, before taking it out to put the dragon in her hand, "The Welsh green", said Barty, now handing the bag to Krum, he put his hand in, pulling out the dragon, "the Chinese fireball"l, said Barty, now handing the bag to Cedric, he pulled out a yellow dragon, "The Swedish Short-snout", said Barty, now handing the bag to you.

You put your hand inside, pulling it out to see a copper dragon, 'The Peruvian Vipertooth", said Barty now handing the bag to Harry, which leaves...Said Barty, knowing that Harry would get the most dangerous dragon, the horntail, whispered Harry, What's that boy? Said Barty, Nothing, replied Harry.

Harry pulled out the dragon now standing on his palm, "The Hungarian Horntail", said Barty.

This represents five very real dragons, each of which has been given a golden egg to protect, your objective is simple: Collect the egg, this you must do, for each egg contains a clue, without which you cannot hope to proceed to the next task, Any question? Said Barty

Very well, Good luck, champions. Said Dumbledore, Mr. Diggory, at the sound of the cannon, you may-

Before Dumbledore could continue, the cannon fired, making people jump, the crowd outside shouting, chanting "DIGGORY"

Good luck, you said to Cedric. He looked at you, giving you a nod before walking out of the tent.

...

One by one, each champion got their turn to fight their dragon. Good thing they survived, they just got some injuries but they are still fine.

it was only you and Harry left, both of you were just sitting on your bed, waiting for your turn.

L/N you're up, said Barty to you. You sighed, before standing up, exciting the tent.

Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N!

People around you chanted your name. You had a little confidence, knowing that your dragon is the smallest breed, but knowing that it's also one of the most vicious dragons, made you lose that confidence that you just got.

You saw the egg on the other side, you just ran as fast as you could, grab it, and go, that's all you had to do...Hopefully.

You took a few steps, looking around for your dragon. Nothing, you saw no signs of your dragon.

Where could it be-

You were caught off by a loud roar, The crowd screaming, You started to run, getting closer and closer to the egg, when your dragon stood in front of it, roaring at you.

You were gonna die, you knew it.

...

You were in pain, unbearable pain. When you successfully got the egg your dragon breathed fire, getting you burned on your left arm.

You were getting treated by the school nurse, Poppy Pomfrey. "It's a second-degree burn", said Poppy, applying medicine to it.

Ow! You hissed in pain, she sighed, putting the medicine down and wrapping your arm with bandages.

"It would take a long time to heal", said Poppy before standing up and packing the medicine. You groaned at what she said. She sighed, not bothering to look at you, still busy packing the medicines and bandages.

The doors to the Hospital wing opened, Y/N!, shouted Cedric, running towards you. Does no one knock before they enter anymore? Said Poppy, sighing to herself, kids these days...

Cedric reached you breathing heavily, Are you okay? he asked with a worried face, I'm fine, it's not a big of a deal, you said, "I think it was a big deal from how you were groaning in pain". said Poppy walking away to put the medicine back in the cabinet.

You groaned, looking away in embarrassment. "Hey, don't be embarrassed, you did great!" "Really"? You replied, making Cedric chuckle, "Yes, you did"

You gasped, remembering Harry, How is Harry? Is he okay? did he got the egg? Cedric's smile turned into a frown, Yah his ok, just got a few scratches here and there, said Cedric grabbing a chair, placing it beside you, and sitting on it.

Well, that's good to hear you say to him smiling. You know I was worried when you got hurt, "I thought you died for a split second, I thought that the dragon burned your entire body, good thing you moved away in time."

"Yeah good thing I did", you said sighing, laying your back on the bed. "You should rest now as much as possible and uh...you know the prefect's bathroom on the fifth floor?", you nodded, getting confused about what he was trying to tell you. He leaned forward, "it's not a bad place for a bath, just take your egg and mull things over in the hot water", whispered Cedric, pulling away, before standing up, "I need to go now, Bye Y/N", "I-um Bye?" Getting confused about what Cedric just told you.

You watch Cedric leaving the Hospital wing. It was you and Ms.Poppy now, no one else but you and her. "I think that boy likes you", said Poppy out of nowhere, "What? What do you mean?" You questioned, "I mean this boy who just entered is in love with you, I can see it in his eyes", said Poppy making tea for herself. "That can't possibly be true". "We are only friends and I see him as a brother", you explained, "Not to him, he sees you differently Y/n, you're just too blind to see it". Said Poppy, pouring the tea in her cup.

You sighed, If it's true that Cedric really likes you, you have to reject him since you only see him as an older brother, nothing else. You did not want to break Cedric's Heart, he was nice to you from the beginning, same with Harry.

You sighed, this is so complicated...

...

it's been a few weeks ever since the 1st task, your arm has almost healed, but you can't move it too much, or else it will hurt. You already took a bath in the prefect's bathroom on the 5th floor, like what Cedric had told you to do. You have found out what the clue was, it was pretty difficult at first, not knowing what to do in the water, when you accidentally dropped the egg, making you go underwater to get it, only to hear singing coming out from it. You already sent a letter to Harry, about the egg and what to do, making Harry send you a letter back, saying that he was thankful because he could not figure it out. The yule dance was coming up, you were not getting too excited knowing that you didn't have a dress to wear yet, and what made it worse was that the champions must have a date for the yule ball because it is "tradition".

Cedric visited you every morning in the hospital wing, while Harry visited you every night. One of the days when Harry was visiting you, you kinda developed a tiny crush on him. His dark brown hair, his eyes, his smile. You liked everything about him.

You entered your dorm and lay on your bed, sighing to yourself. What to do now? You thought, sitting up and facing the window, looking at the lake.

You squinted your eyes, you saw something coming far away. It came closer and closer, you widened your eyes, surprised to see your house owl flying towards you dorm window with a package in its mouth.

You moved away, making your owl land on your window, giving you the package, "thanks" you said to owl, making it fly back home.

You looked at the package in your hands, it was wrapped in gold gift wrap, with a ribbon on it. You sat on your bed, removing the ribbon, and unwrapping the package.

You saw a letter, you grabbed it, opened it, and read it.

Dear Y/N, I heard the Yule ball was coming soon, And I realized that you did not have a dress to wear, so here is the dress I made you. I hope you like it since it took me weeks to Finnish it. -With love, Mom.

You smiled at the letter, putting it down beside you. You grabbed the dress inside the package, it was beautiful. It was the color blue, with fine stitching around the corset area.

You smiled at the dress, standing in front of a mirror, putting the dress on your dress, and imagining you wearing it. "It's perfect" You breathed out smiling to yourself.

You placed the dress on your bed, looking for a quill and paper. Once you found one you wrote a letter back to your mother.

Dear Mom,

I have received your gift, it's amazing! Thank you for making this for me since I was having a problem looking for dresses. Tell Dad that I said hi!

-Y/N

You put it in an envelope, giving it to your owl, before it flew away, now going to your parent's house.

You sat on your bed, looking at the dress before sighing, Now all you need is a date...

...

You were walking around Hogwarts. It was 1 week before the Yule Ball with happen, and you still don't have a date.

While walking you saw boys asking out the girls from Beauxbatons, wishing that It would be that easy to get someone to ask you out.

You were irritated, you did not want to ask anyone out, you were scared for rejection, wanting them to go to you first.

"Ugh, this sucks", You said to yourself, with a frown on your face. "Hey Y/N", You stopped walking, turning your body to face the person behind you. "Oh hi Harry" Harry was standing in front of you, looking nervous yet excited. "I need to ask you something..." He said, giving you a smile.

"Oh, yah what's up?" You questioned, Harry opened his mouth, before closing it hesitantly, before opening it again. "I-I um, Do you want to go to the ball with me?" He asked, waiting for a response.

"Oh, sure" You replied, giving him a smile. He sighed in relief, "Ok then, see you there" Said Harry walking away, smiling to himself.

You watched him walk away, silently blushing when he was out of sight.

...

The great hall was filled with the sounds of students laughing, the clangs of forks and spoons on the plate. You were eating your food, your friend beside you, eating as well.

"Hey, Y/n did you get a date to the prom yet?" asked your friend, turning to you. "Yeah I did, I'm going with Harry" you replied, taking another bite of your food. " I knew you guys were gonna go together!" Your friend whispered-shouted, nudging your shoulder, making the food that was once on your spoon fall back on the plate.

"What do you mean by "You knew"? You asked, turning to her. "You guys seemed pretty close, so I assumed that you would go with him to the Yule ball!" she explained, before taking a bite out of her mashed potatoes.

Were you guys really that close? You and Harry barely talked, but you still felt comfortable with him. But he was nothing but kind to you, even if you guys did not know each other that well.

"Yeah I guess you're right' You replied, your friend squealed, happy that her friend got a date with someone. "Oh! And how about your dress? Did you have one yet"? She asked, staring at you, 'Yah, my mom sent one for me" You replied, taking a spoonful of your food, "Really?! Can I see it?" She asked, with her "puppy dog eyes" that looked really bad. "You will see in 2 days" You replied, "Oh come one Y/N! I want to see it!" Your friend said, "I want it to be a surprise" You said, "Fine" Your friend said, huffing, as she took a bite of her mashed potatoes again.

...

It was the day before the yule ball, you were preparing everything. You were preparing your dress and your shoes. Thinking about what hairstyle would suit you.

"Hey Y/N?" Your roommate called, "Yea?" you replied hanging your dress. "I got a letter for you, but I don't know who it's from. There's no name or anything" Said your roommate, handing the letter to you.

You looked at the envelope, it was just plain brown, nothing written on it. You opened it carefully, trying not to rip the letter inside of it.

You looked at the letter, reading what it said.

Dear Y/N, How are you? Are you doing ok? I heard that you your got a date with Harry. Believe it or not, I wanted to ask you to be my date, but I guess I was too late... But don't worry, sooner or later I will get you back, I just have to be patient, like how I was always been, like how I waited for to notice me. Anyway, I have to go, see you tomorrow. -With love, Secret Admirer.

You read the letter over and over again, getting more and more uncomfortable. "What did it say?" Your roommate asked, You hand her the letter, making her read it, with shock in her eyes. "You should stay away from this person," Your roommate said, handing the letter back to you, "Like I know who they are," You said, sarcasm in your voice. You crumpled the letter throwing it in the trash.

"Hopefully it's a prank, just someone wanting to mess with your head" Said your roommate, giving you a concern look.

"Hopefully", you replied, sighing to yourself.

You were scared to go to the Yule ball now. You wanted to cancel your date with Harry but you did not want Harry to feel bad.

You sighed, lying on your bed. You hoped whoever sent that letter to you just wanted to pull a prank on you.

...

"You look beautiful Y/n," Said your roommate, "Thanks" You replied, smiling before combing your hair, making sure that you looked the best. "You look beautiful as well" You said, making your roommate grin, "Just wait until I fix my hair, I will be looking like a star" Your roommate said before jokingly posing, bursting out laughing.

"I think I'm done," you said, giving a little spin in front of the mirror, "You look perfect!" Your roommate exclaimed, going behind, placing both of her hands on both of your shoulders, smiling at you.

"We should go, it's almost 8:00 p.m, We might be late. " Your roommate said, grabbing your arm before pulling you out of your dorm as she drags you to the great hall.

"Slowdown!" You shouted at your roommate, making you almost trip on the stairs.

You both reached the entrance to the great hall, making your roommate finally let you go. "I almost fell because of you," You said to your roommate, 'Sorry" she whispered.

"Where's your date"? She asked, "I don't know, his probably running a bit late" You replied.

While you waited for a couple of minutes, getting nervous, thinking that "He might have ditched you" or "He forgot that the dance was today"

"Do you see him yet?" You asked, "Nope" your roommate replied. Making you even more nervous.

...

"It's almost 8:00," You said to your roommate, "Yah, it is" She replied, giving you a sad look.

You looked around, you saw the other champions with their does, smiling and everything. Making you quite jealous.

"Sorry, I'm late!" Harry shouted, running down the stairs. You sighed in relief, watching him run down the stairs, his hair slightly messy.

"It's fine" You replied, reaching your hand to his hair, fixing it. 'There you are Mr. Potter, are you and Ms. L ready?" asked Professor McGonagall, "Ready for what Professor?," asked Harry, "To dance, it's traditional that the 3 champions, well in this case five, are the first to dance. Surely I told you that" Said Professor McGonagall. "No" Harry said, "Oh- well now you know" Said Professor McGonagall, scratching the back of her neck before walking away as she tells the champions to line up.

You and Harry stood behind Krum and Hermione, holding Harry's arm. "I'm so nervous," You said to Harry, having a nervous smile. You did not hear Harry respond to you. You looked over to Harry, "Harry"? You called out to him again. "Oh-Uh yah?" He looked at you, "Why are you silent?" You asked, "Oh nothing" He replied, looking away.

The doors of the great hall opened, You walked towards the center with Harry, following the rest of the champions. People applaud, clapping and waving at the champions.

You stood in the center with Harry and the other champions, ready to dance.

"Harry take my waist" You whispered to Harry, "What?" He asked, the music started playing, making you grab his hand and put it on your waist.

Harry kept on stepping on your foot, he clearly did not know how to dance, making you guide him. "You're doing great Harry", you said realising he was not stepping on your foot anymore. He did not reply, looking somewhere else. 'Harry?" You called out to him again. He still did not answer, you followed his eyes, leading it to Cho, dancing with Cedric.

Realization hits you like getting hit by a truck. You looked back at Harry and back to Cho, making sure that you were not daydreaming. You were heartbroken. Why did he even ask you if he liked Cho?

The other students joined the champions, dancing with their partners. Smiles on their faces, while a frown on yours. Tears were threatening to fall down from your eyes.

The music stopped, making the students confused. Rock music started playing, making the students laugh and started to dance with each other.

You looked back at Harry, he was still looking at Cho. "I need to go" You said to Harry, removing your hand from Harry's shoulder, walking away

Harry looked at you, "What why?" he asked following you, "Get away Harry" you said, not turning to him since your face was filled with tears.

"The ball just started, why are you acting like this?" He asked, grabbing your hand. You turned to him, with a shocked face. "Are you really asking me why I am acting like this?" You asked him, getting angry. "Yeah, I am!" said Harry, "Why were you looking at Cho?" You asked, "What?" He questioned, "Don't act surprised Harry, I saw you looking at her"You said, "I...I'm sorry Y/N" He said looking down, "I'm sorry but I only asked you since Cho rejected me, she liked Cedric and she was planning on asking him. So I decided to ask you instead" Admitted Harry. You looked at him in shock, he only asked you since Cho rejected him, not because he liked you, but because you were the second option. "Get lost Harry," You said, turning your back away from him, and walking back to your room.

Harry watched you walk away, not bothering to run after you, knowing that he messed up.

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You changed out of your dress, brushed your teeth, and washed your face, before you laid down on your bed, hugging your pillow as you quietly cried.

The room was filled with the sounds of your cries and sniffles. You looked at your clock. 8:23 PM.

The ball does not end until midnight, and here you are, crying on your bed.

You just wanted your bed to engulf you, making you drown in it's warm, comfortable touch.

You did not hate Cho, she was one of your friends before you were in year 3. But you guys are not close anymore, since you got busy with classes and other stuff.

Yet you still felt hurt, now knowing what to feel for her.

You groaned, turning to your side, and pushing your face on the pillow. You don't want to see Harry anymore, you officially hate him and you wish that you never talked to him when both of you got picked.

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(CHAPTER 2 COMING SOON)

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anneliakk · 2 days

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𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 ℌ𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔲𝔣𝔣, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔩. 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱 ℌ𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔫𝔞𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔬𝔦𝔩.

#aesthetic #academia #classic academia #dark academic aesthetic #dark academia #light academia #golden aesthetic #hufflepuff #helga hufflepuff #harry potter #hp fandom #cedric diggory #hogwarts #hogwarts houses

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stabby-apologist · 1 year

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That's dark af!

But why did I laugh??

#cedric diggory #hogwarts legacy #hufflepuff #mods #pc #console #harry potter and the goblet of fire #tom riddle #lord voldemort #father's grave #dark humor

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empath-bunny · 8 months

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Writing is so hard. Like maybe I’m just not made for it. I have been reading and writing fanfic for 10+ years, and adults used to tell me that I was so good at it as a child, but now I just find them to be complete shit (the stories I wrote back then and now). Like, how the fuck am I supposed to continue to the third chapter? How do I transition to the climax or or do I develop the plot? How do I know if it is interesting? It’s so hard to be consistent and just not abandon stuff. And don’t get me started on one shots, I just can’t! And then I find a 13 year olds writing amazing fanfics that I stay up all night reading and it’s so pathetic I’m in my twenties GOD. I hate myself. If a writer sees this, please, enlighten me on how to keep going and write like a decent human. Ik I don’t have to be good at my hobbies, but I like sharing and if I’m not good at it then I won’t share something mediocre.

#james potter x reader #dark!peter parker #eddie munson x reader #cedric diggory x reader #peter parker x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve x reader #draco malfoy x reader #henry cavill x reader #steve rogers x reader smut #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity

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liliamoon · 2 years

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✧ravenclaw playlist✧

it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live

mind over matter — young the giant “I’m in tatters thinking ‘bout her. Taste my disaster, it’s heavy on my tongue.”

little talks — of monsters and men “there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back— well, tell her that I miss our little talks. Soon it will be over and buried with our past.”

east of eden — zella day “call me wild, drinking up the sunshine… denim sky unbuttoned down the middle, spilling out little by little.”

double take — dhruv “spend a summer or a lifetime with me, let me take you to the place of your dreams.”

the louvre — lorde “blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you, but we’re the greatest. They’ll hang us in the louvre.”

are you bored yet — clairo “feels like I’ve known you my whole life, I can see right through your lies. I don’t know where we’re going but I’d like to be by your side.”

midas — skott “saying you’re afraid of passing time— how I wish that there’s a way that we could always, always live for always.”

softcore — the neighborhood “you’re like the sun, you wake me up, but you drain me out if I get too much. I might need you or I’ll break. Are we too young for this?”

like real people do — hozier “I knew that look, dear, eyes always seeking, was there in someone that dug long ago.”

medusa — kailee morgue “there’s secrets and riddles that live in these walls, there’s ghosts of past heroes and I hear them call my name.”

meet me in the woods tonight — lord huron “there ain’t language for the things that I’ve seen, and the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams.”

apocalypse — cigarettes after sex “got the music in you baby, tell me why. You’ve been locked in here forever and you just can’t say goodbye.”

That’s all! ﾟ.*･｡

gryffindor playlist: https://liliamoon.tumblr.com/post/685140542509793280/gryffindor-playlist

hufflepuff playlist: https://liliamoon.tumblr.com/post/680000122700120064/hufflepuff-playlist

slytherin playlist: https://liliamoon.tumblr.com/post/687767860056080384/slytherin-playlist

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hppngs · 2 years

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Random dark academia and antique pngs (some low res sorry)

#harry potter #harrypotterpng #moodboards #png #transparent #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark academia #aesthetic pngs #pngs #moodboard png #transparent png #yule ball #cedric diggory

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nash-dara · 9 months

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GHOST LITTLE LIBRARY

Hello! Welcome to the Library of Ghost, feel free to scroll around. Below are the list of the Characters I write for. You can also request something about them, just message me. Thank you for stopping by, hope you enjoy it.

Masterlist

Bucky Barnes

Glide - Bucky Barnes x Reader [Friends to Potential Lovers], Comfort Fluff/Little Bit of Angst

Long Live - Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader [Grumpy x Sunshine/ Friends to Potential Lovers], Modern College AU, Comfort/Fluff

LEE BODECKER (SOON)

DAEMON TARGARYEN (SOON)

SIRIUS BLACK (SOON)

DRACO MALFOY (SOON)

CEDRIC DIGGORY (SOON)

FRED WEASLEY (SOON)

GEORGE WEASLEY(SOON)

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS (SOON)

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mmeredith · 2 years

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im obsessed!!!!!!!!!!!!

#dead poems #art #dark academia #dead poets society #kill your darlings #painting #literatüre #sad poetry #poets on tumblr #bookblr #harry potter #remus loves sirius #sirius black #ron weasley #hermione granger #hermione #cedric diggory

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cherryflavoredheartt · 1 year

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Ello!! Could I request a Cedric diggory or a weasley (George or Fred) twins moodboard? Thank u!!

Yes ofc! Here’s Cedric first :)

#harry potter #harry potter aesthetic #cedric diggory #hufflepuff #ron weasley #hermione granger #coquette #dark acadamia aesthetic

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filmshaven · 2 years

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Very much happy to finally edit my hogwarts house! I hope you enjoy this different perspective of the Hufflepuff house! 💛

#hufflepuff #hufflepuff house #hogwarts houses #harry potter #wizarding world #video edit #cedric diggory #newt scamander #nymphadora tonks #fanvidfeed #hufflepuff aesthetic #hogwarts #potterhead #hp fandom #death eaters #dark hufflepuff

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lelouchiamreal · 1 year

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I'm a Hufflepuff but an evil one 😈

#hufflepuff #dark #aesthetic #death #cedric diggory #hogwarts houses #harry potter

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redtaylorsversiongirlie · 9 months

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𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔.

❥ pairings: fred weasley x fem!gryffindor!reader

❥ summary: "i don't want you like a best friend, only bought this dress so you could take it off"

❥ warnings: underage drinking.... nothing much really

❥ word count: 1,4k

❥ a/n: based off the horniest song blondie could ever write, dress.

requested by @stevies-sweetie , hope u enjoy it. tysm for the request!!!

you looked into the mirror at yourself as angelina was finishing your hair and did a couple of changes in your make up. when she was done, you stood up to check the dress that you had bought in hogsmeade, and definitely not because george told you fred was going to wear a suit of the very similar colour.

"you look hot," your friend katie commented. "fred's going to drool when he sees you."

you rolled your eyes but the thought made blood rush into your cheeks.

"well," you sighed, "in case you have forgotten, me and fred aren't going together. i'm going with peter kerridge."

angelina scoffed. "can't believe you said yes to him. he's a complete jerk."

"well, nobody else has asked me. especially not fred," you said deffensively.

"i don't understand why, though," katie frowned. "even a blind person would be able to tell he likes you."

"apparently not," you retorted, enough with the topic of fred. it suddenly hit you how crazy it was to buy wine coloured dress just to match fred. he will probably be busy with his date to even spare you a glance and notice it.

with a sigh and a last look in the mirror, you made your way out of the dorm into the common room.

fred was already there, talking to his brother. just as george told you, the boy you fancied was truly wearing wine-coloured suit and you had to stop yourself from staring because, god, he looked so beautiful.

fred turned around just in time to see you walking down the stairs. his mouth slightly opened as his eyes scanned you up and down.

"you look so divine," he breathed out, reaching for your hand.

you blinked. "me?"

he chuckled. "yes. who else?"

just then, fred looked behind you, drawing his hand back. you turned around to see fred's date. she was very pretty though you hated to admit that. however, her dark blue dress didn't match fred's suit.

jealousy pulsed through your veins at the sight of them intertwining her arms and you looked away, deciding that it was time to meet peter in front of the entrance to the common room.

he looked handsome, peter, i mean. he wasn't bad looking at all, no. a lot of girls wished to be in your shoes at that very moment but your heart didn't pick up its pace when you locked your arms together or when he said you looked beautiful or when he held your waist as you two danced. you could only pretend that he was fred.

speaking of him, fred seemed to have far more fun than you. laughing with his date, george and angelina as you were sulking in chair while peter was getting you drinks.

angelina was right, peter was a complete jerk, talking about himself the whole night while you were only pretending to listen to whatever he was talking about and glancing over at fred across the whole great hall.

when peter approached you with the drinks, you chugged the whole glass in one go. your date stared at you wide-eyed before chuckling and asking if you want to dance again.

you shook your head but he kept bugging you, saying how boring you are and how he thought it was going to be more fun and how he then, standing there in front of you while the alcohol started doing its' job on you, wished he asked the girl that went with fred instead.

you scoffed and rolled your eyes so much that it hurt.

"of course! everybody wants to go with (name)!"

you crossed your arms on your chest and let out a sigh of relief when peter finally left you alone.

harry and ron joined you shortly after. they, just like you, weren't enjoying the night like everyone else. harry was in very similar situation like you, after all. he wanted to go with cho chang who went with cedric diggory and so, the boy spent the entire night glaring in his direction.

few minutes and about thousands of alcohol-filled glasses later, you started to feel your head spin. you were almost certain that if you tried to stood up and walk somewhere, you would most likely fall.

you were so lost in thoughts, staring at your lap and feet that you didn't notice fred approaching you. it was only when he tapped your shoulder that you glanced up at him.

fred didn't take that personally though as he sat down next to you, grinning from ear to ear. "hi."

you raised an eyebrow and blinked drunkely. "yes?" you asked, sounding more rudely than you intended to.

"hi?"

"how are you?"

you scoffed as if it wasn't obvious from your mood. "perfectly fine."

"mhm, yeah, i can see that." he then stood up and handed you his hand. "would you like to dance with me?"

you shrugged, hoping to hide the blush on your cheeks as you stood up and he took your hand into his.

as he dragged you to the dance floor though, you tripped over your feet and you would fall to the ground if fred didn't catch you in time.

he chuckled and said, "alright, dancing might not be the best for you right now," he paused as you placed your head on his shoulder, eyes dropping. "oh, no, love, don't you fall asleep on me. let's get you to your dorm, yeah?"

you hummed and fred lead you out of the great hall up the staircase which was quite difficult for you to walk up. fred would lie if he said if he didn't find you hilarious and absolutely adorable at that moment. but he always did.

"don't you think we'd be in your dorm faster if i gave you a piggyback ride?" he asked.

you nodded and fred bent in his knees so you could get on his back. you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your head against his, breathing in his hair shampoo that you loved so much.

you almost fell asleep by the time you arrived in your dorm but once you did, fred sat you down on his bed and carefully took off your heels.

"did you have fun tonight?" fred questioned, tried to keep you awake.

you pouted. "no," you hiccupped. "peter's a dick."

he smiled. "but you knew that when he asked you. why did you go with him?"

"cause you didn't ask me," you said, making fred freeze, glancing up at you.

"we-well," he stuttered, "i didn't know if you'd say yes. you're my best friend. . ."

"you're mine, too," you shrugged and bit your lip. "but maybe i don't want you like a best friend."

fred shook his head. "you have no idea what you're saying, y/n." your heels were off and so he stood up and you did too. you reached to your back for the zipper of your dress and even though you could reach it perfectly, you had an idea.

he was so close to you with his hands now on your almost bare shoulders and you could feel his hot breath on your neck and back. you shuddered but he didn't pull away. you turned around to face him and bumped your nose with his before connecting your lips together.

"could you help me?" you whispered and the good friend freddie was, he nodded and pulled the zipper down.

you really wanted to go further, but fred pushed you away, causing your eyes to widen as you thought, oh no what did i do?

"oh, love, no," he tucked a string of your hair behind your ear before taking your face into his hands, thumbs wiping the tears that fell from your eyes. "i'd love to continue this, but you're so drunk and i'm quite sober. i don't want to take advantage of you."

"you wouldn't," you mumbled and let the straps of your dress fall from your shoulders. fred's cheeks turned redder than his hair at the sight of your bare chest. he turned around to give you privacy and you grinned. "don't worry. i only bought this dress so you could take it off, anyway."

that night was the beginning of something magical.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter angst #harry potter x reader #harry potter smut #harry potter fluff #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley angst #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley smut

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rafesslxt · 1 month

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Lustpotion | mattheo riddle

summary: you‘re in a boring relationship with cedric diggory and after his enemy mattheo hits a few nerves with his words, he gives you a potion. what you didn‘t know is that it was a sex and lust potion

warnings: cheating (sorry cedric), mind reading, drugging ( kind of, you drinking an unknown potion he gives you ), fingering, dirty talk, praise, dom!mattheo x sub!reader, unprotected p in v, kiiinda enemy to lovers thingy

notes: i‘m making up for not posting so long with posting this third post in 2 days hehe, english is not my first language

tags: @unicors1993 @atadoddinnit @awh-lillies @idk-simra @onyxwingsandcrowblackdreams @xitsametaphorbrianx @kiwi475

My shoulders heavy and my mind racing, I walked into the common room of my house, Slytherin.

All I wanted in that moment was to fall in bed and sleep through the whole weekend. But Pansy had other plans, apparently, cause my door did not open as I tried to walk in our shared dorm. I groan and bang against the door. "Pansy! Open up!" "Sorry Y/n, Draco's over!" I hear her shouting. Perfect, fucking perfect.

With a frown on my face I walk back into the common room, letting myself fall onto one of the couches, closing my eyes, not even caring who's around.

"Wow, I never thought I would have the honor to spend time with you." I hear a dark voice echoing through the empty common room. I open my eyes and see Mattheo sitting on the opposite couch, now standing up and sitting down on mine but on the other end of it.

I just lazily roll my eyes at him and mutter "Don't flatter yourself, Riddle. You know I'm not here for you." He smirks at my answer and shakes his head slowly. "It's just such a shame that you're with Diggory. You know.. he can't keep up with you." I look at him, confused at the sudden change of subject. " How would you know that?"

"I know a lot more than you think, Y/N. I've been watching you two." "Oh great, so I have a stalker?" I answer sarcastically. There's a chuckle in his throat again. " Just observant. But I noticed something. You're not happy with Diggory, right?"

I scoff at his words and look at him directly. " Of course I am happy with Cedric. Why wouldn't I be? Every girl would be. He's so gentle, soft, sensitive.. a gentlemen." I slowly drift off while I'm talking.

"Yeah that's what you want most people to think but I know something else nobody knows about you two." " Oh enlighten me, please."

"I know you have a thing for troublemakers. A soft spot for those who can make your heart race, and Cedric? He's too perfect for you. You need someone who can challenge you, push your buttons, push you to your limits." I hold eye contact while he speaks, not wanting him to think I back down from this but his words hit a nerve, he just didn't needed to know that.

"How would you know what I really like, Riddle?" I question him, something that goes through my mind the whole time. " I pay attention Y/n, I notice things around me. And trust me when I tell you, you give off all the signs." "Signs?"

"Yes, signs. For example the way you always look at me when we argue, your cheeks getting all flustered. The way your heart races when we're close. Even the dream's you're having about me."

My eyed widen at his last comment and my body stiffens. "You can't hide anything from me." I gulp and shake my head. I told no one about my dreams. Didn't even write them into my diary out of fear someone could read it. There is only one way he could know this and I know that his father, Voldemort, was able to do this. "Did you read my mind? My dreams?"

A big smile spreads across his face. " Maybe, maybe not." Slowly I start to get frustrated with this conversation, showing it on my face. "What do you want Mattheo? Why do you care about all of this so much, hm?"

"Because I see something in you.. something I want to try. Maybe pushing your buttons a little bit." I look at him for a moment, waiting for him to tell me that this is a joke, but he doesn't.

I sigh tired "Doesn't matter, I'm with Cedric." "Is that what you truly want Y/n? Or are you just settling for what everybody expects you to want?" I gulp at his words feeling like they hit a nerve inside me again. "I like him, really.."

"I believe you Y/n, but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun along the way." I laugh sarcastically at him. " Oh yeah let me guess, that fun would include you? You just want something to rub under Cedric's nose."

"Perhaps.." he admits with a smirk. " But what If I would offer you more than that? What If I could offer you things that Cedric never could? Wouldn't you be curious?"

I swallow, scanning his face before I look away, not knowing what to answer him. He's right tho, I really like Cedric but everything with him is so.. perfect. It bores me to death sometimes.. I just want something more fiercy but I would never admit that to Mattheo.

"You don't have to admit anything." he smirks like a little devil, letting me know he's inside my head. I'm happy that he sits on the other end or else he would feel the heat coming from my body and my heart racing. "What should I do then hm? Great, let me guess.. hopping into bed with you?"

"That's a start.." an arrogant smile on his face. "But I meant more like exploring the unknown together." His gaze flickers over my face, studying my reaction. "I promise you won't regret it."

"The unknown? And what would that be?" "Oh dear, don't you ever wonder what's outside there? What else you might be capable of? I can show you." He comes nearer, sitting in front of me now. "Then show me."

With a devilish grin he leans in even closer, his mouth brushing against my ear, his mouth opening slightly as I think he wants to say something but after a few seconds of waiting and his hot breath tickling my ear, he disappeared into thin air.

In shock I look at the place he just sat on a moment ago, then looking around me. Where the hell is he and how did he do that? "Mattheo?" I ask quietly into the empty room.

There was a soft chuckle that seemed to come from nowhere and then Mattheo reappeared right in front of me. " Suprised ?" he asks with a smirk. " I told you I could show you things."

"How did you-" "It's a talent." he says casually as If it's nothing to disappear into the air. "One you might find useful someday.. but let's concentrate on a little experiment for now." " What experiment?" I ask suspicious.

His voice is smooth as silk as he starts speaking again. " I want you to try something for me.." He holds out his hand in which lays a little bottle, unlabeled and filled with a dark red liquid. "Drink this."

I take it from his hand and look at it a bit closer, noticing sparkles in it. "What is that?"

"Just a little potion. It will open your senses, make you see and feel things differently." he says while watching me carefully. I lick my lips before asking If he made this by himself. "Of course.. I'm skilled in the art of potion-making, as you'll find out soon." he smirks. " Go on..drink it."

I don't know what it is but something inside me, whatever it is, screams at me with full lungs to do it, my fingers twitching as I look at the little phial. I open it, position it at my lips and let the unknown liquid run down my throat.

As I swallow it, I could already feel it heightening my senses, my emotions running wild inside me. I see him watching my face with satisfaction as I visibly tremble in his presence. " That's it.." he whispers, coming closer again. " W-what did you gave me Mattheo?" I stutter out as I feel myself getting warmer under my clothes.

"Just a little something to enhance your experience." he says, his voice filled with dripping lust. " You'll thank me later." Suddenly, without a warning, he leans in and kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth instantly while slowly pressing me down against the couch.

I gasp into his mouth, feeling all kind of things at once. The potion made every nerve in me more sensitive, leaving me panting just from this kiss. Goosebumps erupt over my body as I slowly feel like I'm on fire.

Mattheo smiled against me, mumbling " It feels like all your senses are heightened, right?" I just nod and answer him with a short breathless "yes". "How does it feel now?" he asks as he presses his body harder against mine, still under him. I whine at the touch and close my eyes, too stunned to speak.

His smirk widens, his eyes gleaming with triumph. My body is trembling against his, every breath I take seems to be for him. "How does it feel?" he repeats his question. " Like..like every touch from you sets me on fire. It's burning.." I gasp again, my cheeks turning red.

"Is that so?" he hums, " Do you want me to make it burn even more?" he whispers in a seductive tone. I just nod, not thinking about my actions anymore. " Please Mattheo, I can't breathe." I feel my lungs getting heavier, just like the rest of my body.

He brings his hand up to my face, cupping my cheek and brushing his thumb over my trembling lip, causing me to shudder against him. " I'll make you scream, princess." he promises with his voice low and intense.

I bite my lip at his statement, my eyes slowly closing. " How long does the potion last?" "They can last for hours." he says with a wicked smile, still brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. He slowly let's it slide past my parted lips. He groans as I suck on it, letting my tongue swirl around it, before he slowly pulls out.

"Mattheo please, I need you." I whine, feeling as If I’m about to explode If he doesn't touch me and give me something. " You need me?" He starts to smile at my words, letting his hand wandering over my body. From my mouth down to my neck, down to my chest further to my stomach. I inhale sharply when his fingers brush my stomach, feeling it already tightening.

Shamelessly he opens my jeans, letting his finger disappear into my slip without hesitation. " You're already so wet for me." he groans as he feels me dripping onto his fingers. "I fucking love it." he mumbles against my lips before he kisses me.

He tugs at the rest of my jeans and slides them down without breaking the kiss, until my pants are gone. He takes of my top, leaving my lips this time and looking at me. "Oh you look so hot right now."

My cheeks get red and hot, my face all flustered. "You look so fucking good baby, fuck." he groans his hand going back inside my slip, his thumb circling my sensitive clit and his fore and middle finger go right inside my pussy, pumping me.

"Oh god Mattheo, it‘s too much!" I whimper loudly as he continues to tease me with his touch. It didn‘t take me long before I come on his fingers, clenching around them.

My nails dig into his arms and leave marks all over them, broken whimpers and screams leave my mouth but before anyone could hear, they were muffled by Mattheo‘s hand over my mouth.

"Shh, we can't have anyone hear this, right?" "I need more Mattheo, please. Fuck me!" I hiss, feeling as If I might die If he doesn‘t"

"Poor baby, all fucked out and I've barely even touched you." he says, smiling down at me and my shaking body. His fingers come back to my pussy but this time they only play with my clit which makes me arch my back and gasping really loudly."N-no.. more.." i stutter out.

"Oh I‘ll give you more." he promises, chuckling low in his throat, unable to resist my pleas. He pulls me closer, our bodies flush against each other. With his free hand, he unbuttoned his own pants, letting out a sharp breath as he feels my wetness against his erection.

My eyes go wide as I look down and see his cock. My mouth hangs open a bit and I feel myself getting even wetter. "I - am I dreaming or is this real?" i ask him, not sure If the potion lets me imagine thing.

He laughs at my words and shakes his head. "It’s real.." he growls. "And you're gonna find out just how fucking real it feels."

Before I could say anything, I feel his thick tip against my entrance, pushing itself inside me with a sudden force that made me roll my eyes back to my brain.

"God, you feel so good, so tight." he moans as he starts to move his hips. I buck my hips up against his, finally feeling full, finally feeling that fire on my skin cool down a little bit. I look around the room, realizing again, that we‘re in the middle of the common room and anybody could just walk outside their dorms and see us. But at that moment I couldn‘t care less, it even turned me on when I‘m being honest.

He leans down to my face and whispers inside my ear " you like that thought of getting caught hm? The thrill of being watched.." I moan even louder at his words that let me know he read my mind again. "Please.." i breathe out.

I felt so drunk.. drunk of him. "I bet you would beg anyone to fuck you right now." he murmured as his eyes roam over my trembling body. "N-no, only you.." i whine and it‘s true. I feel like there is a connection through the potion to him. A desire that only he can satisfy.

"I want to feel you." I beg him as he slowly pumps his cock in and out of me. "You want it rough or smooth?" "Rough." i answer without hesitation.

Mattheo's grin widens and his eyes gleam with lust. "You got it.." he growls, pulling me up and pushing me onto the table in front of him. I gasp at the sudden change.

He ignores the possibility of being caught, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he positions himself at my entrance. He pushes into me hard, filling me completely with one thrust. "Fuck" he groans, starting to move his hips in a steady rhythm.

His lips curl into a devilish smile, his movements becoming more aggressive. "You like it rough, huh?" he asked rhetorically, increasing the pace of his thrusts. I slam my hands down onto the table and try to stabilize myself but it‘s useless. He‘s fucking me like an wild animal, the table wiggling like crazy.

We both feel the intensity of the situation growing, his cock twitching with each thrust and my pussy clenching. "You're mine," he growls, grabbing my hair roughly and pulling my head back. He starts moving faster, almost losing control.

I can‘t answer. His statement reminds me of Cedric for a moment and guilt crashes over me. Mattheo felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of Cedric's name crossing my mind as he reads it again. He slams into me harder, his body trembling with effort. "You belong to me," he repeated through gritted teeth, his eyes locked onto mine.

"I bet he can't fuck you like I can. I can take care of you. You don't need anyone but me."

I still don‘t answer him, pressing my lips together which just angers him more. "You‘ll beg for it." he snarls and lifts my leg over his shoulder, getting even deeper which leads to me squirming and breathing fast.

"I'm going to fuck him out of your smart little brain, understood?" I just nod and claw my nails into his back, leaving marks all over. "Tell me you belong to me." he whispers into my ear, thrusting with more force inside me. "I- I don‘t know.." i whimper as i feel him hitting my soft spot.

"What would he think If he could see you right now, hm?" he taunts over me and smiles, scanning my face and body. "Such a little slut for me.“

I scream his name, muffling it with my own hand as I feel myself getting close. "I need to come, please. I'll do anything!" "Say it." he says, his hips getting slower, teasing me.

"I - I‘m yours Mattheo. I belong to you." I cry out as he thrust inside of me like a mad men. "Come for me princess." he moans, his thumb going over my clit again. My eyes roll back once again as he hits my cervix, fucking me speechless.

"Bite me." I look at him confused before he repeats himself. "Bite into my shoulder when you come."

With a brutal pace he slams his cock inside me, leaving me dumb and brainless as he chases his own release. A broken sob comes out of my throat and my stomach twists in the best way ever as i come around his throbbing cock, milking him. I do as he told me to and bite into his shoulder as I scream.

I feel him release inside of me, pumping me full with his cum and painting my walls with his hot seed. He holds me in place, making sure I take every last drop of him.

"So good for me, look at how much you came." he whispers as he pulls his cock out, looking at our mixed juices. I look down and the picture sends shivers down my spine.

"I - uh.. I might have left a few marks." I admit kinda shy as I feel the potion flowing out of my system.

" I must say, you are quite the little cockslut." he said, admiring the mess between my legs and my work on his back and arms. He leans down and whispers into my ear. "Now clean up and go to sleep princess. You‘ll sit with me at breakfast."

"But - I sit with Cedric every time." "Well, that‘s too bad, cause you‘re sitting with me tomorrow." he says, knowing how mich he will get under Cedric‘s skin with this. "And remember, If you don‘t show up I will find you." he says, daring me to argue with him.

— next morning —

As I walk into the great hall, my heart keeps pounding in my chest like its about to explode. My hands are twitching and I couldn‘t hide my nervousness on my face.

I fell asleep last night with an sore aching pussy and a dream that about Mattheo that was .. well, interesting. But I bet he already read my thoughts and dreams I had. Damn, I really had to do something about that later.

I gulp as I walk further into the Hall, standing still as I look over all the four tables. At first I look over to the Hufflepuff table with Cedric sitting on it. He smiles at me as he notices me. That perfect smile.

Then I looked over to my table, seeing Mattheo‘s eyes were already on me. He looks at me with daring eyes, gleaming with lust and power.

Suddenly I hear a voice inside my head, whispering. "Don‘t even think about it my little cockslut." I bite my lip at the choice of his words. I look over to Cedric again, sending him an apologetic look before walking over to an arrogant looking Mattheo, smiling smugly at Cedric.

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slut4slytherinss · 5 months

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Gold Rush

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Summary: in which (fem!)reader is in love with Mattheo, but so is everyone else. Reader pushes her feelings deep down, convinced Mattheo, beautiful Mattheo could never love her. In doing so, hurting herself, and a certain curly haired boy.

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Warnings: cursing, fighting, slight mention of sexual content, reader being self-conscious, Mattheo being an idiot, Mattheo and his big ego, angst, potentially more parts(???), not proofread bc I don’t have time, a few references to movies IF YOU SQUINT, possibly ooc Mattheo (I haven’t read Everything Black in a hot minute forgive me), use of Y/n, Tom Riddle is Mattheo’s father in this, Regulus is in fact dead (rip my man), Mattheo and reader being a bitch lol, in character-ish Enzo but not headcannon Enzo, THEO IS IN THE SLUG CLUB FOR THE PLOT IM AWARE THAT HE WASNT IN THE BOOKS

2nd person pov

Hufflepuff prefect reader

Female reader

Gleaming, twinkling, eyes like sinking ships on waters. So inviting, I almost jump in.

Your eyes are trained on the dark haired boy, specifically those deep eyes. “I know I’m pretty, you don’t have to stare, love.” Mattheo grins, you quickly dart your eyes away, “I wasn’t staring.” you murmur. He scoots his chair back, the feet scraping against the old library floor, he stands up and walks towards you— not even bothering to push the bloody chair back in. He takes a seat right next to you and rests his chin on your shoulder, “You really should be studying, y’know? Can’t have m’girl failing her exams.” My girl. You roll your eyes. “I’m immune to your charms, Riddle.” You say, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself of that. “Are you, though? I mean, remember in first year when you—“ you quickly cut him off, a foreign red flush invading your cheeks. “I was eleven!” You whisper-yell, his grin widens at your embarrassment. “Okay.” He drags the word out, “Some things never change, badger.” You furrow your eyebrows “Excuse me?” “Y’know? Badger, you’re a Hufflepuff, unless you’re shagging Diggory and stole his tie.” He gestures to your yellow tie, you roll your eyes. “First of all, Cedric is taken and if you call me badger again, I will ruin your pretty face.” “You think I’m pretty?” Another eye roll. “If you keep rolling your eyes at me, they’re gonna get stuck back there.” Before you can reply, a girl you recognize as a Slytherin fifth year, only younger than you by a year, calls for the boy sitting in front of you. “Mattheo! I don’t have all day, c’mon.” He looks back at the blonde girl and sighs, “Merlin’s beard,” he murmurs, then calls out to her “I’m coming Eloise!” Causing you to let out a laugh. He gives you a look, making you laugh even harder. But once he walks away, you realize that he, Mattheo Riddle, is probably hooking up with that girl, that absolute model, making your smile fade. Making you feel like an idiot for even thinking that he’d like you. For thinking you should inflate his ego even further by confessing.

But I don’t like a gold rush, gold rush. I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush. Everybody wants you. Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.

You clutch your books close to your chest, dodging the hundreds of children rushing to get to class. Like every other day. A paper airplane comes straight toward you, it’s about to hit you clean in the forehead, you duck just in time— but a hand reaches out and catches it. You look over to thank the person, it’s Mattheo. Of course it’s Mattheo. That damned boy never leaves you alone. “You alright?” He asks, seeming genuinely concerned. Of course he does. He always does. “I’m fine, Riddle.” You spit out, fighting back your horrid feelings. He tries to speak but you just walk toward the potions classroom.

Walk past, quick brush. I don’t like slow motion double vision in a rose blush.

You sigh as you walk into the lavatory. Standing in front of the sink, you splash your face with some water. Trying to cool yourself down. “Y/n?” Fucking Mattheo. “I really don’t have time for your bullshit, what are you even doing in the girls la—“ you cut yourself off as you see Mattheo, a girl against the wall, not Eloise, a different girl. An older girl, a seventh year. Looking annoyed as ever. You let out a breath of surprise. Shaking your head you turn back around and walk out of the bathroom. Feeling like an idiot. Like always when it comes to that boy.

I don’t like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush. Everybody wants you. But I don’t like a gold rush.

“Wait! Y/n—“ he rushes out of the bathroom to follow you, he grabs your wrist and you turn around quickly. “Let go.” You spit out, he tenses his jaw. “Why are you even acting like this? You don’t need to get so pissed just because you’re jea—“ Slap. Your eyes widen, as well as his, “Did you just slap me?” “No.” you reply quickly. “You just slapped me.” he persists, “No I didn’t.” “Yea, you did.” “Yes I did.” you finally admit. “Why?” He asks, “You said I’m jealous, I’m not jealous. You just have a big head.” “I have other big things.” You slap him again. But this time on his forearm. And, oh Merlin. Why is his arm so muscular? Why are his eyes so deep and brown and beautiful? Why do his oh so pretty brown curls look so pull-able? Why do his lips look so perfect and kissable? Was he always this beautiful? Of course he was. He was always beautiful. You’ve known that since the first time you saw him.

What must it be like, to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos.

You walk into the Slytherin common room with Dorothea, one of your closest friends, she’d convinced you to come to this party. And you’d stupidly agreed. You stupidly got drunk. You stupidly found Mattheo. You stupidly kissed him. You stupidly hooked up with him.

You look around the room, Mattheo has his arm under your neck. “Okay,” you whisper to yourself “yeah, okay. I can get out of here.” You roll over a bit, pulling the covers off of yourself carefully. You easily get out of his warm, soft bed. An odd coldness filling your body as you do so. You slip on your shoes and realize that you don’t have your shirt on, you look around his room, which is surprisingly clean— minus the clothes everywhere, on the doorknob, there’s your shirt. How did it even get there? You shake your head and walk over to it, putting it on over you. You hear Mattheo groan and you quickly look over, he’s still asleep, but reaching out in the bed, as if looking for you. It takes you a moment before you realize that you need to leave before him and his charm pull you back in.

I see me padding ‘cross, your wooden floors. With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door.

It’s been 3 weeks. 3 weeks since you went to that party. 3 weeks since you found Mattheo. 3 weeks since you kissed him. 3 weeks since you hooked up with him. 2 weeks and 6 days since you woke up in his room and mission impossible escaped. You haven’t spoke to him, or anyone in Slytherin at all. In fear that he told everyone he knows and you’d never live it down. He didn’t. But you don’t know that. You’re choosing out a dress for dinner, you’re in the slug club, but so is Theodore Nott and those two are friends, best friends even. So of course Mattheo was the boys plus one. No matter that. Dorothea suggests a simple dress that shows off your body, but you shake your head, “No, Dor, that— that doesn’t compliment me right.” So you choose a dress that goes down to your knees, it’s long-sleeved, completely covers your cleavage, which was the goal of course. You paired it with some old converse, not liking the feeling of heels on your feet all night. You have your hair done nicely in your favorite style.

“No Mattheo, I really don’t agree with that, you’re so— so contrarian.” You shake your head, “Oh give me a break!” He groans, but you just give him a look, calling him an asshole with your eyes. He’s just told you an opinion on the muggle-world, he’s a pure blood, seriously, who does he think he is? Giggles can be heard from others sitting around you, including Dorothea and Theodore who are sitting next to each other. Slughorn tries to get you two to stop, “O—okay, Mr. Riddle, Ms. Y/l/n, please refrain from arguments at the table.” “This isn’t an argument, it’s a debate.” You correct.

As you’re walking back to your common room, you overhear some girls talking “Oh, wouldn’t they be such a cute couple?” One of them giggles, the other nods in agreement “They argue so much, plus, doesn’t Y/n Riddle sound so nice?” “Oh I dunno, I’m kind of jealous of her.” A third one adds. Your eyes widen as you realize they’re taking about you and Mattheo. You quickly butt in their conversation, “We would not be a cute couple! He’s insufferable and his ego is larger than himself!” You huff.

At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit. And the coastal town, we wandered ‘round, had never seen a love as pure as it.

“You know that you can’t avoid him all day, right?” Cedric tells you as he notices you staring in Mattheo’s direction in the Great Hall. “I can and I will.” The boy rolls his eyes, “C’mon, when me and Cho get into—“ “Don’t compare you and your girlfriend to me and Mattheo— that’s just.. no!” you mock gag, shaking your head. Cedric just grins at you knowingly, “Why are you smiling at me like that?” you ask, Cedric licks his lips “No reason.” “Shouldn’t you be making out with Cho in a broom closet or something?” you tease, he laughs “Yeah, probably. Shouldn’t you be getting in Mattheo’s pants again?” “Leave it Ced, it will never be.” You murmur as you look down at your tea, mixing it around lazily with your spoon.

And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea. ‘Cause you know it could never be.

“Why are you avoiding me?” You stop dead in your tracks, goddamnit. Why is he everywhere? You slowly turn around on your heels, face reddening, “I’m not avoiding you.” you reply simply with a shrug. “Yes you are, I’m sick of it.” He rolls his eyes. “What’s it matter to you? We aren’t friends.” “What are you talking about? Yes we are.” “No, we’re really not Mattheo, you only talk to me when you know I’m going to leave.” You spit out, annoyed with everything, “No I don’t! I talk to you all the—“ you cut him off “Just leave it, I’m done here anyway.” You say before turning back around and walking away, “Well— don’t come crying back to me when you realize no one else cares!” He yells, letting his emotions and large ego get the best of him. “Fuck you!” “You’ve already checked that one off!”

‘Cause I don’t like a gold rush, gold rush. I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush. I don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch. Everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.

He is such an asshole! Who the fuck does he think he is?! He has no right to speak to you— or anyone for that matter — like that. You huff as you walk into the Great Hall, feeling his gaze immediately land on you. But you won’t give him the satisfaction of meeting that gaze. Taking a seat at your own houses table, you can hear his friends laughing loudly, stupid boys. The only time you do look over at him is when you hear his fork slam against the table and he stands up from his seat, to be fair, the entire Great Hall looks over at him. He ignores his friends and clenches his jaw as he walks out of the huge room, brushing right past you and leaving a small gust of wind from where he walked. Your lips slightly part as you watch him, but you look away just as quickly. Refusing to let him get his way. You shake your head as you now look over at his friends — who you now realize are staring over at you. Furrowing your eyebrows you mouth an annoyed “What?” to them, hoping to get any explanation. Theodore just shakes his head at you, and Lorenzo Berkshire mouths back a “Nothing.” making you even more annoyed with these boys. You decide to take matters into your own hands and stand up, making your way to the Slytherin table where they’re sitting. “Hello, boys.” you raise your eyebrows expectantly. “Uh — hey..” Blaise Zabini murmurs, “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on with that dickhead who just walked out of the Great Hall making a scene?” Draco Malfoy laughs at that “Dickhead? Did you just call your little boyfriend a dickhead?” “He’s not my boyfriend Malfoy!” you exclaim which causes Draco to laugh and Theo to nudge his arm, Enzo speaks up “Um, Y/n he’s just upset you’re ignoring him.” now the rest of the boys groan, collectively murmuring little “C’mon man!”’s and “Enzo!”’s he throws his hands up in apology. Eyebrows going up you look at them, “Seriously?” you scoff “he’s mad at me because I’m not talking to him? After what he did?”

Walk past, quick brush. I don’t like slow motion double vision in a rose blush. I don’t like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush.

“Why don’t you just make it easy for him and tell him how you feel?” Theo speaks up with a shrug. “Excuse me? And how exactly do I feel Theodore?” you ask, twisting toward him. “You want him, obviously.” “Everybody wants him! I don’t — I don’t like that horrid feeling!” you exclaim loudly, catching the attention of others around you.

Everybody wants you, but I don’t like a gold rush.

Lowering your voice, you rest your hands on the table, pushing Blaise’s plate away to do so. He stops in the middle of his chewing to give you a glare, then continues slowly chewing. “You’ve liked him since fist year, admit it.” Blaise speaks with his mouth full, so it’s a bit muffled. “Shut it and eat your potatoes Zabini.” you spit out. He shrugs and does just that. With Zabini out of the conversation Draco speaks again, “But really, stop leading our boy on.” “I haven’t led him — or anyone for that matter — on!” now it’s Theo’s turn to speak “Well.. you did kinda sleep with him and then leave the next morning,” “That was a mistake.” “Still shitty.” Enzo says. You huff, “That’s — no! Even if it was shitty, it’s not like I’m in love with him. He shouldn’t’ve expected anything from me.” Draco raises an eyebrow “Wow, didn’t know Hufflepuffs were such—“ “Dude, don’t finish that sentence.” Enzo says with an eye roll before looking toward you, “If you don’t like him, then don’t lead him on, it’s not difficult.” Looking him up at down for a moment, you sigh and your eyes move around the group at a quick pace. “Tell him I don’t like him, and — that I’m sorry or whatever.” Damn. That hurt you to say. Who knew it’d be this hard to get over him.

What must it be like, to grow up that beautiful, with your hair falling into place like dominoes?

As you lay in your bed, miserable and alone, you think about Mattheo. Because of course you do. He’s plagued your mind since first year. Rolling your eyes, you silently curse yourself for not realizing how horrible it was to fall for him. He’s got the perfect life, minus the fact his father is literally the dark lord, still, he’s rich. He has hundreds of girls in love with him and multiple in his bed. You aren’t going to be any of those girls, not now at least.

My mind turns your life into folklore. I can’t dare to dream about you anymore.

You hear your name called out by a familiar voice, Pansy Parkinson, her loud — but not angry — footsteps reverberate along the stone walls of the castle. You stop walking just as she catches up to you, out of breath. She reaches for your shoulder to steady herself and you grab her arm to help her. “What’s wrong Pans?” You ask once she catches her breath. “Riddle told me about what you said.” You wince at the mention, “Oh.” She must notice the look on your face since she adds a quick, “Don’t worry, I’m not mad, that boy needs to learn that not every girl is in love with him.” As an afterthought. “Never mind that, you are,” you furrow your eyebrows “—in love with him. You’re in love with him.” She finishes, which causes you to stammer out a quick and defensive, “Am not!” In response. “You literally gave him a bouquet of flowers, which you handpicked, in first year.” “In first year! Yeah, but that’s not now!” She rolls her eyes, “Come on Y/n/n, you’re just going to end up hurting yourself if you keep saying that.” She then removes her hand from your shoulder and you do the same, “Okay, I’ve got detention now, see ya later.” Then she runs off. She literally runs off after telling you that you’re in love with Mattheo Riddle. As if you didn’t know that. As if you didn’t sleep with him.

I see me padding ‘cross your wooden floors. With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door.

The last slug club meeting of the year before you leave for Christmas. You aren’t supposed to bring plus-ones, but Slughorn likes Theo too much and let him bring Mattheo. You sit slumped in your chair, dressed nicely though. Dorothea is sick so she couldn’t come. And Mattheo has the audacity to sit right fucking next to you. Purposely making those contrarian remarks, to get you to speak, so he can hear your voice again. Annoyed or not, he wants to hear it. But you don’t. You just stand up and move to sit beside Theo. Mattheo swallows and stops talking, looking down at his food.

At dinner parties, won’t call you out on your contrarian shit.

You sit by a garden in Hogsmeade, looking at the flowers silently. Of course, thinking about those girls from a few weeks ago at the Slug club meeting, how they were talking about you and Mattheo. Did everyone think that way? That’s impossible, he’s him, you’re just you. You barely know jack shit about each other. Sighing, you lay back in the grass and fiddle with the strings on your cardigan. It will never be.

And the coastal town, we never found, will never see a love as pure as it. ‘Cause it fades into the gray of my day old tea. ‘Cause it will never be.

He stands at your doorframe, knocking on the door rapidly. Hearing you groan on the other side and sheets ruffling. He quickly tries to fix up his messy curls and look at least a hit presentable, you open the door as he’s smoothing out his shirt, he’s in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and you’re — well —in your pink unicorn pajama set, that causes him to grin widely. But then he hears your voice murmur a sleepy “Mattheo?” and becomes serious again. “Um—hey.” He smiles gently, out of character for him. “I know it’s late and all, I just had to um.. talk to you.” You rub your eyes and yawn, “Well?” You ask, eyebrows raised expectantly. “I know we aren’t close or anything, but I really fucking like you. I mean—really like you. It’s so weird for me to feel this strongly over.. well, y’know a girl who I barely know. But you’re just different, you make me feel things—things that no one else does.” He watches you watch him nervously, this is really different than the Mattheo you know. “Anyway.. what I’m trying to say is, I think we’d be really good together. I want us to try it out, if you’d have me?” “Mattheo I—“

Gleaming, twinkling, eyes like sinking ships on waters. So inviting, I almost jump in.

A/N: IM SOOO SORRY FOR THIS TKAING SO LONG TO WRITE(literally ignore my spelling mistakes wtf) ANYWAY YEAH, LMK IF I SHOUKD MAKE A OART TWO OR SMTHING?????

PART TWO

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weasleyreidstyles · 5 months

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Serendipity

chapter one

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. All characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): none

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The atmosphere surrounding the students on the Hogwarts Express differed massively in comparison to your fifth year last year, when everyone was wholly against Harry. Now, however, people whispered in their compartments about how he was right, the Dark Lord had returned. How everything was changing, especially with the rising death toll, wizard and muggle combined.

You were walking to the designated Prefect's compartment, which sat in the middle of the train, with Hermione at your side, your blue and bronze tie clashing with her burgundy and gold one. Your presence at the Ministry that summer prompted the two of you to be topics of few conversations, you sent glares their way.

"What do you think will happen this year?" the Gryffindor girl asked as you both made your way through the throngs of students in the hallway.

"Considering we almost died in June?" you say, a frown painting your face as your mind brings you back to your traumatic time in the Department of Mysteries to aid Harry in saving (and failing to do so) his Godfather. "We'll probably face certain death this year, Mione."

Hermione swatted your arm in feined annoyance at your attempt of a joke. "Don't put that thought into existence Meadow."

You only shrugged as you held the compartment door open for her. Ron was already waiting inside, glaring at Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson, who were sat diagonally across from him.

Unlike your Gryffindor companions, you had no issues with the two snakes, in fact they were two people you would consider your closest friends, if it wasn't for the prejudice that went both ways – from your friends and some of their's.

"Stop glaring holes into the sides of their heads, Ron." you scold. "I've told you before, they're my friends. They won't do anything to you."

He said nothing, but he did stop his glaring in favour of greeting the two of you.

The Prefect meeting went on for over an hour and you found yourself zoning out multiple times.

You're going to miss out on important information if you keep daydreaming, tesoro. Theodore. You admired that he was as talented as he was, but it was annoying when he would invade your thoughts. You narrowed your eyes at him.

Stay out of my head, Teddy.

But it's so fun, and so easy. He smirked and turned his attention back to the Head Boy, who was busy assigning roles to the new fifth year prefects. Pansy nudged Theo's arm, breaking his concentration, as she was obviously using her own legillimens ability to berate him. She offered you a smile in apology, which you returned with one of your own.

You'd taken to learning legillimens at the start of fifth year, having read about it in a book you'd taken from the restricted section of the Hogwarts library. You also wanted to protect your mind, especially with the knowledge that Voldemort was back after Harry had returned with Cedric Diggory's dead body at the end of your fourth year.

"Now onto you sixth years." the Head Girl announced. "Like last year, you're going to be paired off for nightly patrols."

She began pairing you off one by one. Hermione was with Ernie Macmillan; Ron was paired with Hannah Abbot; Pansy with your Ravenclaw counterpart and Theodore was paired with you. She then paired off the seventh year prefects before the Head Boy dismissed you all.

~∞~

Ron yawned as he stepped into the corridor. "Thank Merlin that's over. I'm starving."

"You're always hungry, Ronald." Hermione muttered as she walked out behind him, rolling her eyes at his usual ramblings, causing you to laugh at his expense.

"My my, it's a wonder why Dumbledore chose you to be a prefect with that attitude, Weasley." Theodore spoke up from behind you, Pansy at his side, once again shooting you an apologetic smile.

"Piss off, Nott." Ron snarked, turning to face your snickering Slytherin friend, about to take a step towards him when you put a hand on his chest.

"Leave it Ron. He's only trying to get a rise out of you. I'll meet you both in the compartment in a bit." you say, turning to face a smirking Theo with a berating glare.

"Wanted to get me alone, tesoro? Finally. I've waited all these years." he said with a grin, stepping towards you as your Gryffindor friends reluctantly left.

"Don't flatter yourself, Teddy." you say with an eye roll before you turned to Pansy and brought her into a hug. "I've missed you Pans. Good summer?"

"Abysmal." she muttered, sharing a not-so-subtle look with Theo. You looked between them questioningly.

"What happened?" you ask.

Exchanging glancing, they seemed to come to an agreement and Pansy grabbed your hand, dragging you into the closest empty compartment. Theo followed behind the two of you, closing the door and spelling it from unwanted listeners.

"What's with the secrecy? Guys?" you look between them growing more confused by the second.

"Before I tell you, you have to understand, I didn't have a choice, none of us did." Theo emphasises. "I consider you one of my best friends, tesoro. But what I'm about to reveal....it cannot under any circumstances leave this room."

You look at him confused, but the nagging thought that had haunted you all summer suddenly creeped up on your subconscious. Your eyes widened.

"No. Theo don't tell me-" you stutter and he looks away ashamed.

His son is my best friend. My father wants to get into his good graces, I had no choice. Even his voice in your head sounds despondent.

"Oh Teddy." you mumble, wrapping your arms around his waist, hugging him tight.

"I'm to receive the mark during the Christmas holidays." he mumbles dejectively into your hair. "Hell of a Christmas present."

"How good is your legillimens ability?" Pansy asks you. "Can you block people out."

"I have my thoughts locked away into a little mental box, but I'm still working on fully blocking people out." you say, pointedly looking up at Theo, who smiles innocently at you.

"You'll need to practice it then." she says resolutely, but the look on her face indicates nothing pleasant. "Mattheo can help you."

You scoffed. "There is no way Riddle will willingly help me. His father's biggest threat is one of my best friends."

"And you're one of our best friends, Meadow." Pansy says. "Our loyalty to eachother goes both ways. He'll help you, he's the most advanced at it, besides Snape and Dumbledore of course. Trust me."

"What about Harry?" I ask. "And Ron and Hermione, the Order. What am I meant to tell them. They won't be thrilled that I'm taking lessons from you-know-who's son."

"You'll tell them that you're tutoring Mattheo. It's a believable lie. He's shite at Ancient Runes, no matter how much I try to help him." Theo says, nodding his head as a plan forms in his mind. That was true. You don't know how Riddle was still enrolled in that class. "We've already discussed this becoming a possibility. He's more than willing."

"Why are you trusting me with this?" you question, staring between your two friends.

"Like it or not, you're our one way ticket to the right side of this war, tesoro. You know as well as I do that Potter needs as much help as he can get. And you need to protect your mind so that the Dark Lord can't get into your head." Theo says.

"So are you in?" Pansy asks as she heads towards the door. "Because there's no backing out from here, and I really don't want to obliviate one of my dearest friends."

You know the risks. You don't know what this will mean for your current friendships. But you know that Theodore is right. To help Harry, he'll need as much help as possible. Having Theo and Pansy on your side could be a turning point in this brewing war.

"I'm in." you say, nodding your head in agreement. "Just keep the snarky comments to a minimum about Ron, Mione and Harry, please. And relay that message to the rest of your friends too."

"Already done, tesoro." Theo says, ruffling your hair, grinning when you swat his hand away.

You question what he means for a moment when the back of your skull begins to burn with a dull ache. You cradle the back of your neck with your hand, wincing at the sting as Mattheo's deep, raspy voice fills every corner of your mind.

Lessons start tomorrow night, Princess. Don't be late.

He was already in your head, you sighed. It was going to be a long year.

~∞~

You reached the compartment that your other friends occupied at the same time that Harry and Neville seemed to be leaving it.

"Where are you two off to?" you ask as the two boys move away from the open doorway.

"To meet Professor Slughorn." Neville said, although he looked a mixure of nervous and confused.

"Who the hell is that?" you look at Hermione as you go inside, leaving Harry and Neville on their venture.

"New Professor, apparently." she replied. "What took you so long?"

You knew that your friends, minus maybe Harry, had little to no legillimens skills, but nevertheless, you cleared your mind of the conversation you'd had with Theo and Pansy.

"Well Pansy likes a gossip." you said flipantly as you pulled out a book from your never ending bag. "How else are we to know everything that goes on outside of our little circle, now that Lee Jordan is no longer in school?"

Ron and Hermione smile at that, before Ron's face drops.

"Listen, be careful around them this year, yeah." he said, his voice low. "We went to see Fred and George's new shop and watched Malfoy go into Borgin and Burke's with a bunch of known Death Eaters."

Your heart dropped. Theo would be participating in those meeting come Christmas time. That must mean that Draco was already involved.

"Well you know what sort of things they sell there." you say hesitantly. "It probably doesn't mean anything."

Hermione scoffed. "Try telling that to Harry. I think he's convinced that Draco and Riddle have been inducted."

You fall silent shortly after that. The conversation only picking up again when Neville came back to the compartment, Ginny following behind him.

Harry was nowhere in sight.

~∞~

Harry was awol for the rest of the trainride.

When the Hogwarts Express pulled to a stop in Hogsmeade station and you all found a carriage to settle in, he still wasn't there.

"Where on Earth is he?" Mione muttered as the thestrals, that were no longer invisible to you all after Sirius' death, pulled onto the winding road up to the castle.

"He's probably already in a carriage and didn't wait for us. Wouldn't be the first time." Ron assured, although his face betrayed his words as he looked as worried as you and Hermione.

You were unconvinced, and more so when you split off towards the Ravenclaw table when the three of you arrived to the Great Hall and saw, not to your surprise, Mattheo Riddle with bloody and bruised knuckles. As you sat beside Luna Lovegood you felt that same prickling sensation that you did on the train. He was watching you, and he continued to watch you with his cold, unbothered stare through the sorting ceremony and Dumbledore's speech.

Your attention was brought to the doors of the Great Hall where Harry seemed to materialise, Snape's looming figure behind him. But what you noticed the most in the bright glow of floating candles that bothered you more than his lack of punctuality, was the bloody tissue he was dabbing at his recently-fixed broken nose, which he did not have when you last saw him hours earlier.

People stared and whispered as he made his way to where Ron and Hermione were sitting. But your attention was pulled to where Crabbe and Goyle were sat snickering from their seats beside Draco. You narrowed your eyes at Riddle, who was still looking at you.

Got a staring problem, Princess?

Merlin he infuriated you. You focused on him as you thought of your response.

Did you do that to his face?

He smirked. Did I do what?

You didn't give him a response, instead turning your attention to Theo, who was chatting to Lorenzo Berkshire. Did Riddle do that to Harry? You asked and you watched as Theo startled before maintaining the same facade of conversation.

No. It was Draco. Harry was eavesdropping his conversation with Blaise. Matt was with me and Enzo.

Your question was answered, but you were still left unsatisfied. And Riddle's stare had not faltered, which added to your growing bad mood.

Stop fucking staring at me, Riddle. And stay out of my head.

He smirked wickedly and finally looked away, taking the prickling sensation along with him.

~∞~

first post on tumblr after lurking for a year 🫢

i've been a little hyperfixated on the slytherin boys (particularly theo and mattheo) so i thought i'd try out writing a short(ish) fic, but i couldn't be bothered with wattpad (i'm procrastinating finishing a fic on there lol)

i'm also writing this instead of finishing uni assignments that are literally due at the end of the week whoops

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