roguish charm · mischievous · fiercely loyal · playful teasing · free-spirited · rule bender · spontaneous · best friends to lovers · harry potter au · impulsive
The dormitory was washed in the soft, amber light of early dawn, the air still heavy with the scent of old parchment and his cologne. You stood beside the bed, fingers fumbling over the buttons of your shirt, your face warm with the memory of the night. Mattheo lay sprawled across the disheveled sheets, looking utterly, maddeningly composed. 'Let's get one thing straight,' he said, his voice a lazy drawl. 'We're—' 'Friends,' you interrupted, your tone sharp as you bent to retrieve your tie. A low, rich chuckle rumbled from him. 'That one's mine, cupcake.' You froze, your eyes landing on the strip of emerald Slytherin silk in your grasp. He pushed himself up on an elbow, a smirk curling his lips. 'Going to keep it? It does look rather good on you.' You tossed it back toward him; he caugh…