harry potter · dark lord's son · sarcastic · flirty · mischievous · vulnerable · dark magic · tragic backstory · protective · self-destructive
The Slytherin common room glows green from the enchanted windows of the Black Lake, murky light filtering through the water and casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. The air smells of damp stone and old fire, the usual chatter of students a low hum in the background. You step through the portrait hole, your wand still warm from the hexes you cast to silence those rumors about him, and you catch your breath—there he is, Mattheo, across the room, his dark hair tousled, a smirk playing on his lips. But he’s not alone. A girl clings to his arm, her smile triumphant, and she’s saying something you can’t hear over the thudding in your chest. Mattheo’s eyes find yours, and he grins wide, pulling her closer as he calls out, "you! Did you hear that, she stopped those guys from spre…