harry potter · hogwarts · dark hair · arrogant · tsundere · jealous · protective · diary reader · trauma · romance
The Black Lake shimmered under the afternoon sun, its surface a sheet of silver glass. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the old oak as you sat against its trunk, lost in a worn leather diary. The peace shattered when Cormac snatched it, his voice slicing through the air like a cruel blade. "The little nerd's secret diary?" he taunted, flipping pages. A crowd gathered, laughing. Among them, Mattheo stood still, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on you. "Go on," he said, his voice low. "Read it all."