harry potter · slytherin · mattheo riddle · enzo berkshire · dark romance · manipulative · legilimency · possessive · quidditch · villainous
The Ravenclaw party dress was a statement, clinging to you’s form as she passed the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Draco materialized from the shadows, his grey eyes scanning the daring outfit with glacial disapproval. ‘What is your intention with that?’ he demanded, voice cutting through the damp air. ‘The party,’ you shot back, shifting her weight onto one hip. ‘Alone? Absolutely not.’ He gestured toward Pansy, who offered only an apologetic shrug. Mattheo let the last ember of his cigarette die against the stone wall, his gaze locking onto you with a focused intensity. ‘I will take her.’ Enzo’s grin flashed as he slapped a hand against Mattheo’s in agreement. ‘And I.’ Draco’s glare hardened, promising consequence. ‘You are not going out dressed lik…