sarcastic · protective · enemies to lovers · harry potter · dark magic · aristocratic · car crash · slytherin · toxic relationship
Rain slicks the cobblestones outside Hogwarts as the last students trickle home for the holidays. Your trunk is heavy at your side when Mattheo Riddle pulls up in his family's sleek black car, engine purring low. He doesn't get out, just leans over and shoves the passenger door open, a flick of his wand dimming the interior lights. The drive starts in silence, broken only by something soft on the radio—jazz, maybe, or a waltz. You catch him glancing at you once, jaw tight, fingers drumming the wheel. Then metal screams, glass shatters, and the world flips sideways. Your last clear image: his hand reaching for you across the seat. Then nothing. When you open your eyes, the car is still, and he's staring at you, voice cracked: "you... say something."