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Nobody’s Son - Mattheo Riddle

Summary - Mattheo is swimming in the Black Lake when GN!Reader sits on the dock and talks to him about astrology.

Warnings / Mentions - Reader is loosely mentioned as daughter (But this can 100% be for transgender people to read) May be slightly out of character since I never got a chance to read what Mattheo is from before it got removed. Fighting/Violence, angst to comfort fic, not proof read and if it feels too fast paced let me know so I can edit it!!!

Based on the song “Chemtrails Over the Country Club” by Lana Del Rey.

Requested - No

Word Count - 1669

I was in the Slytherin common room studying. Mindlessly tapping my pencil against the table in thought as I continued reading from the book in front of me.

My peace was soon disturbed. Instead of the calming fire place crackling, I could hear yelling outside of the common room.

It sounds like people are about to start fighting.

I found myself correct by that thought when the sound of someone’s fist hitting someone’s face echoed in the hallways.

I pushed my book away from me with a sigh.

People are always getting into fights.

I roll my eyes as the fighting gets louder. Standing up from my chair and tossing my pencil on the table with a small clatter. Nothing compared to the noises outside of the room.

Most people were already in bed sleeping or out partying at one of the Gryffindor dorms. So it wasn’t unexpected for it to be somewhat loud. But goddamn they are SO loud with their fighting.

I open the common room door to see a small group of students, no doubt, drunk as shit. I notice Mattheo Riddle with his fists up, protecting his face from a spare punch from no other than Draco Malfoy.

I thought they were friends?? I question with furrowed eyebrows. My face laced with confusion.

As soon as Mattheo blocks the punch from Malfoy, he changes his stance and quickly lands an uppercut on the platinum blonde Slytherin.

Other students are watching and one of them walks over to me.

Lorenzo Berkshire, is who I recognize him as. Despite being a Slytherin, I almost never hang out with anyone in my own house. The tall brunette leans against the wall next to me before speaking up.

“Why are you awake?” I raise an eyebrow at his question and tilt my head.

“I was studying.” Is all I reply with, he nods his head in understanding as we both keep our eyes on the fight. Clearly not having anything to really say in response to the fight.

“Who threw the first punch?” I ask, assuming the Riddle boy had gotten pissed at something Draco had said.

“Malfoy.” A small wave of shock floods my face before going back to normal. I bite the inside of my cheek before asking my real question.

“Why are they fighting?” I knew of who Riddle’s father was and I was sure that it had something to do with it.

Enzo mirrors my behavior, biting the inside of his mouth. Nervous and thinking before speaking.

“Draco, uh-“ Enzo starts, deciding on his words for a moment. “Draco told Mattheo that just because his father is … he who shall not be named, that he should be exactly like him. Malfoy said that it must be disappointing for him to have such a son.”

My eyes widen at Enzo’s words. The fight doesn’t last long, they never do when you’re fighting Mattheo Riddle.

Draco is on the ground, blood pouring down his nose as Mattheo looks at the damage on his own hands. Smirking in satisfaction at the sight of the Malfoy’s blood staining his hands mixed with his own from his bleeding knuckles. Crab and Goyle are helping up Draco when Mattheo grabs him by his tie.

Pulling him closer to his face, staring at him before saying something that I can’t hear from here. Riddle let’s go of Draco’s tie, letting him fall back into his goon’s arms. The last blow Mattheo delivers to Draco is spitting directly in his face, before walking away.

As soon as the fight is done, Enzo smiles awkwardly at me, waving as he trails after his friend.

I remind myself that I need to go back to studying instead of worrying about people I don’t know anything about. Because unfortunately if I don’t mind my damn business tonight, I might fail my test.

I go back into the common room only to realize that one of the things I need is not present. I forgot one of the books I needed in the library. I have my other books to continue studying but for me to keep going I need my other book.

I think about my options before rolling my eyes at myself. I pack up my stuff and exit the common room, trying to make sure no one sees me sneaking off towards the library.

I walk down the stairs, waiting for some of them to change as I look at the paintings on the walls. They’re almost all asleep except for the few that can hear the commotion from the party.

On the way to the library, I see Mattheo completely alone, walking down to the ground floor. Curiosity gets the best of me and I follow him. Enzo is no longer with him which probably means that Mattheo is still pissed. So I have to be very careful.

I follow him all the way to the black lake. Which was probably way too long to be following someone. This is probably stalking … but my thoughts are pushed aside when he pulls off his shirt and jumps in the water, not resurfacing for a couple of seconds. Once he reappears his hair is slicked back with water and the moonlight is highlighting his skin and eyes.

I don’t think I’ve ever talked to Mattheo but I know his reputation. But yet when he’s alone like this, he looks so perfect. He looks sad and broken, alone and vulnerable. But so fucking pretty.

Without realizing, I walk away from the grassy area I am standing on and walk onto the dock and sit down. I untie my shoes and pull off my socks as I dip my feet into the water. Kicking some of the water in his direction to gain his attention. He turns to face me, eyes widening at my presence but returning to his cold facade. Because somehow he didn’t know I was following him.

“Are you okay?” My voice is low, barely audible but I know he heard me. He swallows, swimming closer to the dock. He places his arms next to me and lays his head against them to prop himself up and out of the water to converse with me.

“Why are you here?” His voice is louder than mine, avoiding my question and instead focusing on his.

“I asked you something first.” I point out but he just scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Yes, I’m fine.” He stares up at me for a moment, repeating his own question. “Why are you here?”

“I was curious.” I said truthfully. Re-adjusting my position so I’m laying on my stomach, my hand reaching below and dipping into the water. I watch as my hand creates ripples in the liquid.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” He sighs in annoyance.

“But satisfaction brought it back.” I finished, my eyes tearing away from the water and refocusing my gaze onto his eyes.

His eyes were probably the prettiest thing about him. They show so much emotion, even when he looks cold or pissed off. They show emotion in a way that captivates me. Maybe that’s just the artist in me wanting to use him as a muse.

“Do you believe in astrology?” I blurt randomly, to which his eyebrows crease together.

“What?” He lifts his head up from their resting position on his arms.

“Do you believe in astrology? The stars?” He looks up to the constellations above us, the darkened sky still lighting up his face. His slicked back hair slowly re-curling as the moisture soaks into his hair.

“No, but they look cool.” He responds, but there’s still a hint of curiosity in his eyes as he looks at the stars. His gaze wandering on each constellation.

“Do you know your sun and moon?” My voice is nonchalant and so is his as he answers. “My cancer is sun and my leo is moon.” I laugh at his sentence as he said it kind of strangely but still knowing what he meant. He scoffs at my laughter.

Before he can say anything about my laughing I change the topic back to the fight.

“Why did you fight Draco?” My eyes reconnect with his as he ponders his response.

“Didn’t Enzo tell you?” He turns his attention back to the sky, admiring the stars as I keep my eyes on him.

“He told me what Draco said. But he can’t tell me how you feel, better than you can.” I state plainly. He simply hums in acknowledgment. My eyes linger on him before moving lower to notice his apparent adams apple.

He takes a deep breath, still keeping his stare on the stars, desperately avoiding my face. “He implied I was a disappointment. A disappointment to my father.” His gaze hardened, the light in his eyes dulling but then rekindling when he hears my voice.

“Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“A disappointment.” He considers it, his body tense.

“Yes.” I smile sympathetically towards him, but he spares no glance to me. Only keeping me in his peripheral vision.

“I feel like I’m on the run.” He speaks up again. My eyes rake over him, taking in his behavior.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m in the wind with all this pressure but then I realize I’m in the water, drowning and suffocating.” I reach my hand over towards his, grabbing it and pulling his attention from the moon. His eyes flicker down to our hands as mine lays on top of his. I’m trying my best to make him feel understood but no matter how similar I may feel, situations are always different.

“I’m no body’s son.” I can see all the emotion he’s feeling despite him not verbally speaking it. His face is still cold and stoic.

“I’m no body’s daughter.” I squeeze his hand in the most reassuring way I can. His hands are cold from the water but also the cold sting of his metal rings. He huffs a breath of air in what seems to be frustration.

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