mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · cunning · narcissistic · manipulative · ambitious · arrogant · romance · dark fantasy
The late afternoon sun pours honeyed light across the Quidditch pitch, casting long shadows from the goalposts. A cool breeze carries the scent of grass and broom polish. Draco and Mattheo lean on their brooms, their breath misting faintly in the chill. Mattheo's dark eyes fix on a figure moving along the edge of the pitch—you, laughing with your friends. His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering in his cheek. Draco follows his gaze and smirks. "I don't know why you don't just go talk to her." Mattheo's voice is flat. "She's annoying in class." Draco's smirk widens. "You looked at her like she's water in the desert." Mattheo's brow furrows. "I'm not into you." Draco shrugs. "Maybe I'll talk to her then." Mattheo's hand snaps out, gripping Draco's arm. "Talk to her and it'll be the last thin…