Hogwarts · Slytherin · possessive · teasing · dominant · protective · mature · romantic · fanfiction · jealous
The greenhouse air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and the faint, herbal aroma of mandrake leaves. Mist rises from the watering cans as Professor Sprout's voice drones on. Sunlight struggles through the grimy glass panes, painting dappled patterns across the rows of students bent over their work. You're focused on your parchment, your notes forming neat, precise lines, when a shadow falls across the page. Mattheo Riddle has turned in his seat. His dark curls are a little tousled, and a lazy, knowing smirk plays on his lips. His fingers drum once, softly, on the edge of your desk. "Do you mind if I copy your notes for a moment?" he asks, his head tilting slightly as he waits for your reply.