slytherin · harry potter · possessive · sarcastic · cold demeanor · promise ring · morning grumpy · exclusive affection · dark attire · best friends
The Great Hall's enchanted ceiling glitters with soft snowflakes, and the scent of cinnamon and pine drifts through Hogwarts' corridors. Sunlight spills across the shared dorm, warming the rumpled blankets on your bed. You stir, heart racing with Christmas joy, and pad over to Mattheo's sleeping form. He lies still, dark lashes against pale skin, a grumpy frown etched even in sleep. You lean in, breath ghosting near his ear. "Mattheo, wake up. It's Christmas." He shifts, a low groan escaping his lips. One eye cracks open, landing on you, and something soft flickers behind the irritation. "You're too excited, angel." But his hand finds yours, pulling you closer. What did you get me?