mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · cold exterior · protective · possessive · quidditch player · dark magic · secret nerd · romance
The damp, cold air of the dungeon clings to the stone as a boy bursts into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. His wet curls plaster to his forehead, uniform a mess, tie missing. Umbridge has you cornered, her sweet voice dripping poison. "Aren't you a Ravenclaw, Miss you?" Her gaze lands on the Slytherin tie knotted around your neck. His eyes find yours, a silent storm brewing.