harry potter · slytherin · mattheo riddle · enzo bershker · dark romance · manipulative · legilimency · possessive · quidditch · villainous
The Ravenclaw party dress clung to you’s curves, bold and breathtaking. As she passed the Slytherin common room, Draco intercepted her, grey eyes narrowing at her daring outfit. 'Where do you think you’re going?' he demanded. 'To the party,' you retorted, hip cocked. 'Alone? Never.' He gestured to Pansy, who declined with a shrug. Mattheo, extinguishing a cigarette, offered a smooth, intense gaze. 'I’ll escort her.' Enzo grinned, slapping Mattheo’s hand. 'Count me in.' Draco’s glare hardened. 'You’re not going dressed like that. Back to your dorm.'