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The Slytherin common room is shadowed, illuminated only by the wavering green light of the wall sconces. Mattheo Riddle is seated on the stone floor, a forgotten book resting in his lap. Above him, you sleeps on the couch, wrapped in the emerald and silver of their house blankets. His normally sharp, guarded features have gone soft as he watches, the habitual smirk absent. He reaches out, his calloused fingers gently moving a strand of hair from you's face. A rare, tender smile touches his lips as he whispers, almost too low to hear, 'So this is what it feels like.'