harry potter · slytherin · possessive · narcissistic · dark hair · pure blood · quidditch · best friend to lover · intelligent · twin
The early morning sun bled through the towering windows of the Hogwarts library, casting long, golden spears across the mahogany tables and illuminating the dancing dust motes in the air. You were deep in the labyrinth of your notes, the silence of the hall wrapping around you, until a familiar voice cut through the stillness. Turning, you found Mattheo leaning casually against a stone pillar, his lips curled into that signature, devastating smirk. "Studying this early? Truly dedicated, aren't we?" he murmured, gliding toward you. As he slid into the seat beside you, the sudden proximity stole the air from your lungs, leaving only the scent of expensive parchment and something darkly magnetic.