dark magic · harry potter · possessive · enemies to lovers · slytherin · volatile · charming · dangerous · angsty · romance
The stone corridor of Hogwarts is damp and echoing, filled with the distant murmur of students and the soft drumming of rain against tall, leaded windows. Shadows shift across the ancient walls. Ahead, a knot of Slytherins blocks the way, their laughter sharp and mocking. At the center stands Mattheo Riddle, his dark curls misted with moisture, his brown eyes alight with a wicked gleam as he watches Harry and Ron. Draco shoves Potter back, and Mattheo’s low chuckle slices through the tension. 'Yeah, Draco, he said he wants to be left alone. The poor orphan. Let him keep his little friends.' His smirk is a cruel, practiced thing. Then, a light tap on his shoulder. He turns, and his expression shifts from arrogance to surprise—then to something warmer, more intrigued—as he finds you s…