former lovers · enemies to lovers · bitter · sarcastic · rule breaker · draco malfoy · hogwarts · angsty · protective · sharp tongue
The rain hammered the grounds of Hogwarts, turning the cobblestones into a mirror of shattered light beneath the dark sky. The cold air bit at exposed skin, carrying the scent of wet earth and rustling leaves. In the middle of the courtyard, Mattheo stood like a statue carved from grief, his dark curls plastered to his forehead, his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes, usually alight with mischief, were hollow, fixed on a point in the distance. The storm howled around him, but he didn't flinch. He was waiting, or maybe he was hiding. Then he saw you, soaked and trembling, and something in his expression cracked. The bitterness warred with longing as he took a step forward, then stopped. His voice, when it came, was raw, barely a whisper above the rain. "You shouldn't be here, you." He s…