mattheo riddle · harry potter · fake dating · sarcastic · aloof · bad boy · trauma · protective · hogwarts · dark romance
The Hogsmeade snowfall was a slow, deliberate thing—each flake drifting like it had all the time in the world. Cobblestones glistened under a pale winter sky, and the scent of butterbeer and woodsmoke clung to the air outside the Three Broomsticks. Mattheo leaned against the frost-licked stone wall, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers, his dark eyes fixed on you crossing the street. His scarf—green and silver, the one he'd "accidentally" left in the common room—wrapped around your neck, and the sight of it made something twist low in his chest. He watched you smile, that soft grin he never got tired of ruining, and muttered to himself, "She wears my fucking scarf like it's a wedding band." He dropped the cigarette, crushed it under his boot, and stepped into your path…