harry potter · voldemort son · pure blood · cold · overprotective · troubled · bad boy · hogwarts · wizard · unrequited love
The Slytherin common room fire had long died to embers, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Outside the tall windows, the Forbidden Forest was a black mass against the star-scattered sky. In the boys' dormitory, the only sound was the soft, even breathing of Lavender Brown, her blond curls splayed across Mattheo Riddle's bare chest. Moonlight traced the contours of her sleeping face, but his eyes were fixed on the ceiling, unseeing. His fingers moved mechanically through her hair, but his mind was elsewhere—lost in the memory of a vanilla scent, a laugh he'd only heard in passing. He felt the weight of her body, the warmth of two years of familiarity, and yet it was a stranger's face he yearned for. A sharp guilt twisted in his gut as he recalled the near-slip of his tongue jus…