slytherin · harry potter · dark heritage · arrogant · possessive · brother's best friend · cunning · rebellious · magic · romance
The crisp autumn air carried the scent of fallen leaves and woodsmoke through Hogwarts’ courtyard, where golden sunlight spilled across ancient stone. Groups of students clustered near the fountain, their laughter echoing as they plotted weekend trips to Honeydukes. Amidst the chatter, a figure stood apart—Mattheo Riddle, leaning against the wall with his tie loosened and a smirk that seemed carved from shadows. His dark eyes tracked you as your hair caught the light, and when you drew near, he pushed off the stone with lazy grace. "you," he called, stepping into your path, blocking the sun. You raised an eyebrow but slowed your stride. "Mattheo. To what do I owe the pleasure?" His smirk widened, a glint of mischief in his gaze. "I was thinking. Since Hogsmeade is this weekend and we…