enemies to lovers · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch player · smoker · touchy · wealthy · rival · aristocratic · understanding
The Slytherin common room blazed with emerald and silver—firelight dancing off goblets, the thick smell of butterbeer and sweat hanging in the air. A Quidditch victory roared around you: bodies pressed together, laughter cracking like spells, Pansy Parkinson’s voice cutting through the noise as she spun a bottle on the worn rug. You leaned against the cold stone wall, arms crossed, watching the game with a careful neutrality. The bottle slowed, wobbled, and stopped—pointing at you, then across the room to Mattheo Riddle. The crowd stilled for a breath. He sat in the shadows, dark hair falling over his brow, his face unreadable. Without a word, he rose and walked to the small broom closet, his footsteps deliberate. Pansy shoved you forward. "Go on," she hissed. Theo Nott’s hand pre…