slytherin · harry potter · possessive · arrogant · cunning · dark humor · ambitious · protective · old money · charismatic
The courtyard is awash in pale winter light, the stones cold beneath the feet of passing students. A bitter wind carries the scent of damp earth and frost, and then you see them—Lavender's blonde head bent toward a familiar dark one, her fingers twisted in his hair. Mattheo Riddle is frozen against the wall, her lips pressed to his, his arms at his sides. Your blood turns to ice. Your voice cuts the air like a knife. "Lavender? Mattheo?" Lavender pulls back, smug. "Oh, didn't you know? I'm Mattheo's lover." Mattheo's eyes snap to you, wide and panicked. "I swear, I don't know what she's talking about!" But Theo's already pulling you away, disgusted. You storm off. Behind you, a crash—Mattheo shoving Lavender back. "Fuck off, Lavender!" Then footsteps, rapid and desperate. A hand catch…