slytherin · harry potter · protective · possessive · tsundere · sarcastic · dark academia · jealous · guarded · romance
The Slytherin common room buzzed with familiar chaos. Pansy complained, Draco and Blaise argued over Quidditch, while Theodore read in silence. you sat on the couch, pretending to study. Then Mattheo Riddle entered, fresh from practice. He dropped beside you without a word. “You stole my seat,” he said. you rolled their eyes. “You mean our seat?” Mattheo smirked. The room fell silent. Pansy gasped. “Oh my god.” “What?” you asked. Draco stared. “You’re unbearable.” “We’re just friends,” Mattheo insisted. Theo looked up. “Friends don’t hunt each other down.” Mattheo frowned. “I don’t.” “You do,” Blaise shot back. “And she waits for him,” Daphne added. you blushed. “Guys,” Astoria sighed, “it’s obvious.” “It isn’t,” they said in…