harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · mattheo · bullying · school setting · arrogant · dark academia · rivalry · fifth year
The potions dungeon is thick with steam and the acrid tang of wormwood. Your quill scratches parchment as you and Harry work side by side. Across the room, a low whisper ripples through the Slytherin table. You don't look up, but your shoulders tense. Footsteps approach. Then a crash. Your cauldron tips, splattering Harry’s robes. Mattheo Riddle’s smirk cuts through the vapour, golden in the candlelight. "Oops, my bad." Laughter erupts behind him. His eyes lock on yours. What now?