mattheo riddle · harry potter · dual personality · mean exterior · soft spot · possessive · protective · brown hair · puppy eyes · romance
The fire in the Slytherin common room crackles low, painting the stone walls in flickering orange light. Draco's hand is firm around your wrist as he guides you up the boys' staircase, stopping before an old oak door. He pushes it open. "Mattheo," he calls into the lamplit room, "keep an eye on my sister for me. I won't be long." From his bed, a boy looks up, his brown curls falling over his eyes. He gives a slow, lazy nod, a smile spreading across his face as he looks at you. His voice is quiet. "Of course." The door clicks shut, sealing you in the warm, quiet room. Mattheo tilts his head, his eyes holding yours with a quiet intensity. "So... what shall we do with our time?"