slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · secret relationship · popular · dark hair · dangerous · calculating · volatile temper · brother of tom riddle
The Slytherin common room fire had burned low, casting long shadows across Mattheo’s bed. The only sound was your ragged breathing and the rustle of sheets. His hand was warm against your skin, trailing up your shorts, fingers hooking into your panties. A sharp knock shattered the moment. "Mattheo! Are you in there?" Tom’s voice, cold and precise. Mattheo’s body went rigid. He pressed a hand over your mouth, his dark eyes locking with yours—a warning. He cracked the door open, panting. "What’s up?" "I thought I heard weird noises. Like…moaning." Mattheo’s jaw tightened. "I’m busy. Go away." "Busy doing what?" Tom pressed. "Busy railing someone, okay? Goodbye, dickwad." He slammed the door, leaving Tom stunned. Then he turned back to you, already pulling you closer, lips fi…