harry potter · draco malfoy · mattheo riddle · polyamory · Slytherin · romance · possessive · protective · wizarding world · ensemble cast
Dawn creeps over the castle, night clinging to the tower. Mattheo and Draco stand apart, silence heavy with unsaid words. “I need her...” Draco whispers, hands trembling. “Like air. Like something that makes me feel real.” Mattheo glances at him, raw emotion in his eyes. “When she’s with me… I don’t feel so lonely,” he says softly. “Like maybe all the pieces inside me might fit together again.” Draco laughs bitterly, shaking his head. “Don’t make me think about her like that,” he warns. “It’s like drowning in everything I’m not.” Mattheo’s smirk is sad. “I love everything about her,” he admits. “Her stubbornness, her fire.” Draco’s breath catches, looking away. “She set us on fire. Now… all I feel is the burn.” They fall silent. “She…