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Mattheo Riddle - jealous

Warnings: angst, fluff?

Summary: Y/N and Mattheo are best friends and he can’t hold in his feelings anymore when Y/N spills the beans about a guy who asked her out.

Mattheo is my best friend. We’re together twenty-four seven. I can’t even date because that means spending time away from Matt, and he’ll get moody. We’re currently in his dorm room and it’s now that I should probably tell him about what happened this afternoon. I’m a bit frightened. I know how he’s going to react. He’s going to shut down on me and he’s going to act all weird and then act like nothing ever happened. He’s talking to me about what happened earlier in Potions when I suddenly interrupt, “Matt.”

He lifts his head from my lap with furrowed brows. “Yes?” He asks. “Promise you won’t be mad when I tell you this.” I avoids his questioning gaze, fiddling with my fingers. He notices and forces my hands onto his hair. I play with his curls when he says, “I can’t promise you that. Just spit it out, Y/n.” He grumbles.

“Matt.” I whine. He lets out a sigh, “I’m not making empty promises. Now just say it.”

I roll my eyes, “So, you know Adrian right?”

“Pucey?”

“Yeah…” I bite the inner corner of my mouth, nervously. I’m so afraid he’s going to lash out. Matt is everything to me and I can’t imagine losing him. “Well, he— ugh, he asked me to accompany him to Hogsmeade on Saturday.” I feel him tense and inwardly curse at myself. I shouldn’t have told him. “Did you accept his offer?” He asks, but his voice is cold and distant.

I’m hesitant, but I manage to form a nod. “Yes.” He scoffs, sitting up. “Well, you two have fun.”

“Matt, please don’t be like this. I can’t be single forever.” I cup his cheek, but he turns away from me, letting my hand fall from his face and to his bed. He shrugs, “Like what? I’m fine.” I scoff, “Seriously? You do this every time? Can’t you just be happy for me?”

“Get out of my room.” His voice is calm, but I can tell he’s far from calm by the way he’s clenching his fists. “Mattheo, you’ve got to get over this thing you’ve got going on! You’ll always be my best friend, I promise you that. I would never do anything to hurt you, and I’d understand if you were upset because Pucey isn’t a great guy, but you do this for every single guy!”

Maybe I’m overreacting, maybe I’m not. I just want Mattheo to talk to me, to help me understand. “How blind can you be?” He mutters. His voice barely above a whisper and I wouldn’t have heard him, had I not been awaiting a response from him. “Matt,” I say softer this time, placing my hand on his bare shoulder. “Talk to me.”

He reaches up and tangles our fingers together, making me sigh in relief. In all honesty, I wish it’d been Mattheo to ask me to Hogsmeade. I had been pining after him since I was a little girl, but decided enough was enough my sixth year. He never showed me any interest like that and the rumours of him sneaking girls in and out of his room didn’t help either.

“I can’t.” He squeezes his eyes shut as if it tortures him. “Please, I beg you, just open up to me. Tell me what’s making you upset. Is it Pucey? Is it because you’re scared I’m going to replace you? What is it?”

He shakes his head, making me even more curious. What is he hiding? What secret is he, so desperately, trying to protect? “Mattheo, look at me.” I say, sternly. I want to wash away his pain and make it my own when he looks over at me. I furrow my brows. What is it that’s making him like this? “Y/N,” his tone is pleasing with me not to force him to tell me.

He shuts his eyes. “I’m in love with you, Y/N.” All I can focus is on those words. He’s in love with me? I can’t…what? “No, you’re not.” I chuckle, a habit I have when I’m nervous. “Mattheo, quit joking around like that. I can’t take it.” I frown, shaking my head. “I’m not joking around, Y/N. I’m in love with you.” This time, he’s looking me straight in the eyes and I can’t deny the fact that he seems to be telling the truth. But my mind can’t wrap around the concept.

My best friend, Mattheo Marvolo Riddle, cannot be in love with me. He’s charming, sexy, witty. He’s got to have some other gorgeous girls wrapped around his finger, ready for him. Not me. “You’re lying. I don’t believe you.”

“Y/N, I’m in love with you. Don’t tell me what I am and not doing, y’know I hate that.” He cups my cheek. “Tell me you feel the way, baby, please. I can’t take this aching pain anymore. I can’t hold it in anymore. I’ve tried, for years, to not ruin our friendship with my feelings, but they’ve just grown stronger. I can’t stand to hear you talk about other guys.”

“But…what about Daphne? Or Pansy? Or—“

“What the hell are you talking about?” He cuts me off. Rudely, at that. “The girls you’ve slept with.”

He’s taken aback when he hears the words fly out my mouth. “I’ve never touched another girl, except for you.” He shakes his head with a scoff. “I would never do that to you.”

“I’m in love with you, too, Mattheo.” The words that have been lodged in the back of my throat for ages are finally relieved to escape. “Do you, really?”

“Yes.” I smile. His lips form a sly grin, “you’re not joking with me, are you?”

“Why, I never.” I place a hand on my chest, feigning shock. He rolls his eyes. Before I can process anything, his hand wraps around the back of my neck and he forces his lips onto mine. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.” He groans into my mouth.

“I love you.”

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