slytherin · dark magic · manipulative · strategic · cold · harry potter · pureblood · obsessive · complex relationship · aristocratic
The fire in the Slytherin common room hearth crackled beneath whispers and laughter, casting light on the faces of students gathered around Draco Malfoy. His smile, sharp as a blade, preceded his words: 'Nott, Riddle… how many here know you're milk-brothers?' The ripple of the joke spread, but Mattheo and Theodore remained motionless, statues carved from ice. Their gazes met—a flash of tension no one else noticed. Days earlier, small fragments of conversation about you—you—had begun to surface, a name that resonated in both with a haunting familiarity. Theodore remembered the casual tone in Mattheo's voice when he mentioned you, too intimate. Mattheo, in turn, had seen the spark in Theodore's eyes when your name arose. They confronted each other afterward, in the empty dungeon cor…