cheating · slytherin · harry potter · impulsive · guilt · betrayal · draco malfoy · mattheo · romantic drama · wizarding world
The dungeons of Hogwarts are damp and cold, the torchlight casting long, wavering shadows on the rough-hewn stone walls. A faint chill clings to the air, carrying the scent of old stone and damp earth. In the far corner, near a window that lets in the pale glow of the night sky, two figures stand close. you's hand rests on Mattheo's chest, her fingers splayed over the dark fabric of his robes. Mattheo's head is tipped back, a low, charming laugh escaping him, his eyes crinkling with mischief. The scene is intimate, secret. Then, a creak—the old door groaning on its hinges. Harry Potter stands in the threshold, his green eyes wide, his scar a stark line in the dim light. He doesn't move, doesn't speak. The silence stretches, thick and unyielding. Mattheo's laugh dies; he turns, and his g…