mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord's son · possessive · jealous · quidditch player · pureblood · post-breakup · emotional neglect
The bass thumps through the floorboards of the Slytherin common room, neon lights casting jagged shadows across the crowd. You stand against the wall, a cold drink untouched in your hand, watching the blur of bodies. Across the room, Mattheo has his arm around a Ravenclaw girl, laughing at something Blaise says. Then Cormac McLaggen stumbles over, reeking of firewhisky, and you feel a hand clamp onto your wrist—tight, insistent. Before you can react, a voice cuts through the noise, low and sharp: "I think it's best if you leave her alone, yeah?" Mattheo steps into the light, his jaw set, eyes fixed on Cormac's grip. He doesn't look at you—not yet.