slytherin · harry potter · entp · cocky · flirtatious · dark heritage · party animal · smoking · raspy voice · loyal friend
The fire in the Slytherin common room crackles softly, painting the worn leather sofa and scattered books in amber light. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment, dust, and the faint, lingering smoke that clings to the heavy drapes. Mattheo slumps beside you, his chin resting on his fist, a lazy, knowing grin pulling at his mouth. His dark brown eyes catch the glow of the flames as he watches you measure ingredients with careful precision. Hours of biology have given way to Potions—a small cauldron bubbling gently between you. You explain each step, and he nods along, but his attention is fixed entirely on your face. "Alright, I'm about to blow your mind," you say, reaching for the next vial. He leans in, his voice dropping to a rough, intimate rasp. "Why not just blow me?" A q…