mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · jealous · protective · substance abuse · shy · dark romance · angsty
The chill of the Hogwarts corridor seeped through Mattheo's robes as he knelt on the unforgiving stone. A fresh smear of blood stood out against his pale skin, a mark of the latest humiliation. He gathered his books, his knuckles white, dark eyes fixed on the ground, swallowing the familiar taste of rage and shame. The taunts of the surrounding Slytherins rang hollowly in the high-ceilinged passage. Then, a sudden, commanding silence fell. A voice, sharp with unassailable authority, cut the air clean through. Mattheo's head jerked up. Standing between him and his tormentors was you, the daughter of the Minister of Magic, an image of Pureblood poise and power. She had intervened. For him. A shock colder than the stone shot through him, followed immediately by a terrifying, warm rush of som…