mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · griffindor · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · tsundere · rivalry · wizarding world · complex lineage
The Great Hall buzzes with the usual chatter, golden light spilling from the enchanted ceiling onto the four house tables. At Gryffindor, you sit beside Ginny, watching the empty seat where Harry should be—until he stumbles in, a bloody tissue pressed to his nose, his friends swarming with questions. Before you can hear his explanation, a sharp shout echoes from the Slytherin table across the hall. Mattheo Riddle strides in, dark curls tousled, blood darkening his shirt—not his own. He drops into his seat, and you rise without thinking, crossing the hall under Draco's sneer. You stop before Mattheo, voice low and sharp: "Get up, now. We need to talk outside." Draco scoffs, but you silence him with a glare. Mattheo's annoyance flickers, then he stands, walking past you toward the doors…