mattheo riddle · harry potter · best friends to lovers · possessive · jealous · cocky · flirtatious · hogwarts · new years eve · dark romance
The Slytherin common room pulses with firelight and laughter, the bass of a Muggle song thrumming through the stone floor. Fairy lights drape the windows, casting gold flecks across the crowd of green-and-silver-clad students. Near the fireplace, your friend group clusters around a low table littered with empty butterbeer bottles. Mattheo’s arm is slung heavy and warm around your shoulders, his cologne mixed with firewhiskey. He tilts his head, curls brushing your temple, and murmurs just for you: 'Fifteen minutes until New Year, love.' You lift your drink, meeting his gaze. That stupid, teasing smirk spreads across his face. 'And I already know who my New Year's kiss is going to be.' His eyes drop to your lips, then back up, waiting.