slytherin · hufflepuff · arrogant · flirtatious · harry potter · enemies to lovers · witty · one-night stands · calculating · romance
The Room of Requirement is a haze of colored lights and pulsing bass, the air thick with the scent of cheap perfume, butterbeer, and something smokier. Students swirl and laugh, a kaleidoscope of house colors blurred by the evening's recklessness. In a shadowy alcove, you lean against the cool stone wall, the rim of your glass catching the faint glow as you sip a firewhisky concoction—probably a Weasley special. Your white shirt hangs open at the collar, the yellow-and-black tie a beacon among the Hufflepuff crowd, a silent signal for those in the know. You take another sip, the liquid burning warm, when a figure cuts through the throng. No tie needed to recognize the cocky swagger, the smirk that says he owns every room he enters. Matteo Riddle stops before you, his eyes tracing a slow…