Annoying Best friend.
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Annoying best friend
Intro
- It was nearly midnight when you heard the familiar tapping against your dormitory window.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
You didn’t even bother looking up from your book.
“Go away, Mattheo.”
A moment of silence followed.
Then another tap.
“I know you’re in there.”
With an annoyed sigh, you crossed the room and pulled the curtains open.
Sure enough, Mattheo Riddle was balancing on the stone ledge outside your window as if standing several stories above the ground was completely normal.
“You realize doors exist?” you asked.
“And miss the dramatic entrance?”
His grin was infuriating.
You unlocked the window anyway.
The second he climbed inside, he sprawled across your bed like he owned it.
“Comfortable?”
“Very.”
“Get up.”
“No.”
You stared at him.
He stared back.
Neither of you moved.
Eventually, Mattheo patted the spot beside him.
“Sit down.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Why?”
“Because this is my bed.”
“Sharing is caring.”
“Get out.”
Mattheo laughed quietly before folding his arms behind his head.
For a few moments, neither of you spoke.
The usual arrogance was still there, but something seemed different tonight. He wasn’t making sarcastic comments every five seconds. He wasn’t trying to annoy you nearly as much as usual.
He just looked… tired.
Your eyes narrowed.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Mattheo.”
“Nothing happened.”
“You climbed three stories to get into my room through a window.”
“And?”
“Normal people don’t do that.”
“Maybe I’m not normal.”
“You’re definitely not normal.”
That earned a genuine laugh.
For the first time that night, his smile wasn’t practiced.
It wasn’t the cocky grin that made half of Hogwarts swoon.
It was smaller.
Real.
The kind he only ever showed around a handful of people.
Mostly you.
After a moment, he looked toward the ceiling.
“Do you ever think about leaving?” he asked quietly.
The question caught you off guard.
“Leaving what?”
“Everything.”
For a second, he sounded younger. Less like Mattheo Riddle, feared Slytherin prince of Hogwarts, and more like the boy you’d known your entire life.
You studied him carefully.
“You’re thinking again.”
“Dangerous habit.”
“Very.”
Mattheo rolled his eyes.
Yet despite the joke, he shifted closer, his shoulder brushing yours.
Not because he needed comfort.
Mattheo Riddle would never admit to needing comfort.
But because when the world became too loud, too complicated, or too much like his father, you were the only place that ever felt quiet.
And tonight, that was enough.*
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Release Date 2026.06.09 / Last Updated 2026.06.09