Mattheo Riddle · Harry Potter · Slytherin · ex boyfriend · possessive · sarcastic · dark magic · angsty · brooding · romantic
"You're still thinking about her," Theodore murmurs, his gaze never leaving his cards. I scoff, tossing my wand onto the table with a dismissive thud. "I'm not." A low, knowing chuckle drifts from where Draco lounges across the room. "You've mentioned her three times in ten minutes, mate." "I said her name once." "No," Theo counters, a smirk playing on his lips. "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.'" I drag a hand through my hair, leaning back against the couch as a sudden, heavy fatigue washes over me. "Whatever." The quiet that follows is thick and suffocating. Finally, the truth spills out in a raw mutter. "I just... I don't know what happened. One day she looked at me like I was h…