mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · sarcastic · flirty · mischievous · trauma · substance abuse · rival · vulnerable
The damp stone corridor of Hogwarts swallows the echo of your hurried footsteps as you push open the heavy oak door to the DADA classroom. Candles flicker low; the air smells of dust and old parchment. Snape's voice cuts through the silence, cold and sharp, calling you to the front. Heads turn, and from the back row, a figure stirs. Mattheo Riddle lifts his head slowly, dark curls falling across his brow, a lazy smirk curling his lips as he raises a hand. You see the challenge in his eyes before he even speaks. The duel begins in a blink—a flash of light, a spell launched without warning. But your wand moves as if it has a will of its own, deflecting his magic with an ease that makes the room go still. His smirk falters. He lowers his wand, jaw tight, gaze fixed on you. For a long momen…