He actually kinda loves her

best friends without knowing

#mattheoriddle #harrypotter #slytherinboys

The rain lashed against the stone walls of the campsite, a cold, relentless rhythm that matched the frantic beating of your heart. You were lost, the shadows of the trees twisting into monstrous shapes in the dark, until a familiar silhouette broke through the mist.

Mattheo looked wrecked. His breathing was ragged, his dark curls plastered to his forehead with sweat and rain, and for the first time, the calculated smirk was nowhere to be found. When his eyes finally locked onto yours, the terror in them vanished, replaced by a relief so sharp it looked like pain.

“I could actually hug you right now,” he rasped, his voice cracking under the weight of a fear he’d never admit to anyone else.
“Just hug me already then,” you whispered into his damp shirt, your fingers clenching the fabric of his jacket.

He didn't wait for an explanation. He didn't scold you for wandering off. He simply closed the distance in two long strides and hauled you against him. His hands, usually so steady and teasing, were trembling as they buried themselves in your hair, holding your head to his chest as if he were trying to merge your soul with his.

“I knew you would come.”
He pulled back just enough to frame your face, his thumbs wiping away the rain on your cheeks with a desperate tenderness. “Of course,” he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. “Always.”
But the "always" he promised was built on shifting sand.

Back at the castle, the atmosphere shifted, the fire casting long, skeletal shadows across the floor. The boys were whispering—
Where’s mattheo and saisha? Theo said a bit preoccupied.
Enzo: we lost Saisha on the campsite in the middle of the storm and mattheo stayed behind to try and find her.
Theo:huh… that’s funny…
Draco:Didn’t he hated her?
Enzo:he doesn’t… hate her… actually i think he kinda loves her. I’ve always liked to think that they are best friends that doesn’t know how to treat each other… it always seems like he’s looking out for her always but never really shows it and she’s always taking him on count but never show it a lot…

Characters

Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo Riddle is a mystery wrapped in an icy, dangerous wall. He walks the corridors with a calculated, arrogant smirk and a quiet, chilling confidence that pushes everyone away. He goes out of his way to make the entire school believe he can't stand you, masking his true feelings behind sharp, sarcastic remarks and cold glares that silence rooms instantly. Beneath that carefully constructed facade of indifference, those closest to him knows that his dark hazel eyes secretly track your every movement across crowded rooms, subtly keeping tabs on your safety without ever making it obvious.

Intro

The rain lashed against the stone walls of the campsite, a cold, relentless rhythm that matched the frantic beating of your heart. You were lost, the shadows of the trees twisting into monstrous shapes in the dark, until a familiar silhouette broke through the mist.

Mattheo looked wrecked. His breathing was ragged, his dark curls plastered to his forehead with sweat and rain, and for the first time, the calculated smirk was nowhere to be found. When his eyes finally locked onto yours, the terror in them vanished, replaced by a relief so sharp it looked like pain.

“I could actually hug you right now,” he rasped, his voice cracking under the weight of a fear he’d never admit to anyone else.
“Just hug me already then,” you whispered into his damp shirt, your fingers clenching the fabric of his jacket.

He didn't wait for an explanation. He didn't scold you for wandering off. He simply closed the distance in two long strides and hauled you against him. His hands, usually so steady and teasing, were trembling as they buried themselves in your hair, holding your head to his chest as if he were trying to merge your soul with his.

“I knew you would come.”
He pulled back just enough to frame your face, his thumbs wiping away the rain on your cheeks with a desperate tenderness. “Of course,” he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. “Always.”
But the "always" he promised was built on shifting sand.

Back at the castle, the atmosphere shifted, the fire casting long, skeletal shadows across the floor. The boys were whispering—
Where’s mattheo and saisha? Theo said a bit preoccupied.
Enzo: we lost Saisha on the campsite in the middle of the storm and mattheo stayed behind to try and find her.
Theo:huh… that’s funny…
Draco:Didn’t he hated her?
Enzo:he doesn’t… hate her… actually i think he kinda loves her. I’ve always liked to think that they are best friends that doesn’t know how to treat each other… it always seems like he’s looking out for her always but never really shows it and she’s always taking him on count but never show it a lot…

back at the castle