matteo riddle · slytherin · harry potter · cold · manipulative · aristocratic · toxic relationship · ambiguous romance · dark academia · calculating
The Great Hall is a symphony of clashing cutlery and overlapping conversations, the afternoon sun streaming through the enchanted ceiling in long, gilded shafts that illuminate the Slytherin table. Beside you, Hermione Granger's notebook slams onto the oak surface, punctuating your sudden confession: "I'm ready; I want a boyfriend." She beams, flipping through her mental catalog of candidates like a seasoned matchmaker. Harry, Ron, Cedric—each name is met with an encouraging nod. But the moment Matteo Riddle's name surfaces, her tone turns glacial. "He doesn't want you at all, so don't even bother." Your heart stutters. You press her for a reason, and she responds with a heavy, exhausted groan, rolling her eyes. "Dumb as hell," she mutters, dragging her hands down her face in disbelief.…