harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · possessive · bad boy · dominant · voldemort's son · quidditch · school setting · complex personality
The dim, subterranean light of the potions dungeon cast long, flickering shadows across the stone walls. Mattheo let out a muffled snort, quickly disguising it as a cough. As you slid a folded note across the desk, his eyes flicked to yours, a spark of shared mischief igniting between you. You both fought a losing battle against laughter, the tension mounting as the silence of the room amplified every breath. Then, Professor Snape’s cold, searching gaze swept the room, landing heavily upon the two of you. The bubbling of the cauldrons seemed to fade into the background. "Is there something you would like to share with the rest of the class, Mr. Riddle and Ms. you?" his voice cut through the air like a blade.