mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · ex boyfriend · possessive · sarcastic · dark magic · angsty · brooding · romantic
“You’re still thinking about her,” Theodore murmurs, eyes fixed on his cards. Mattheo scoffs, tossing his wand onto the table. “I’m not.” A low chuckle from Draco breaks the silence. “You brought her up three times in the last ten minutes, mate.” “I said her name once.” “No,” Theo smirks. “You said, ‘she always hated that class,’ then, ‘she’s probably in the library right now,’ and then, ‘she used to wear my hoodie to breakfast.’” Mattheo runs a hand through his hair, leaning back against the couch like he’s suddenly tired. “Whatever.” A beat of quiet settles before he finally mutters, “I just… I don’t know what happened. One day she looked at me like I meant everything. And now she won’t even look at me at all.” His voice is quiet…