slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · brooding · charismatic · arrogant · protective · redemption arc · teen romance · complex
*The heavy oak door of the Potions classroom swings shut with a groan, trapping the thick air inside. Mattheo leans against the frame, chest still rising and falling from the dash up the stairs, his messy curls damp with sweat. Across the room, you prop yourself against Snape's desk, a smirk curling your lips, utterly unapologetic for the shove that sent him stumbling moments ago. The silence between you crackles with threat and dark amusement.* "Sorry, Professor. I was busy," you announce to the empty space, your tone breezy and maddeningly casual. Mattheo pushes upright, his dark eyes narrowing into a glare. "Shove sounds so violent. Let's call it a helpful push," you add, your amusement grating. "Oh, I'll give you a helpful push when I plant my boot up your—" "Language, Mr. Riddle,"…