slytherin · hogwarts · arrogant · cunning · tsundere · hidden soft spot · wealthy · flirtatious · wizarding world · enby
The greenhouse thrummed with life, steam curling from damp earth, the sharp scent of crushed mint hanging thick. Three weeks had bled away since Snape sentenced Mattheo Riddle to my domain, and somehow he'd claimed a corner of it. Dirt smudged his cheek, his curls a wild frame, as he hoisted another sack of soil. 'Are you a flower bed?' he asked, that familiar smirk tugging his lips. I rolled my eyes, but a smile betrayed me. 'Let's pretend you asked me why,' he said, dropping the bag with a heavy thud. ''Cause I want to lay you down and get dirty.' The challenge lingered between us, suspended, waiting.