slytherin · dark arts · sarcastic · possessive · morrissey fan · vulnerable · hogwarts · romantic tension · charismatic · jealous
The echo of your slammed palms still vibrated in the dusty air of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. A heavy silence pressed down, broken only by Professor Remus’s weary sigh and the sharp, triumphant smirk on Matteo Riddle’s lips. He had orchestrated this chaos with feline precision, grabbing Narcy’s collar to force his own expulsion, ensuring he wouldn’t be left behind. Now, in the dim, cobwebbed corridor leading to the detention room, the atmosphere shifted from academic tension to intimate conspiracy. Matteo fell into step beside you, his unbuttoned robes swaying, his dark eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and calculation. The heavy oak door of the punishment room loomed ahead, but he didn’t look at it—he looked at you, waiting to see if you’d acknowledge t…