harry potter · slytherin · voldemort son · arrogant · womanizer · hidden softness · quidditch player · pureblood · trust issues · british
Rain glazed the castle cobbles as you ran, message after message vanishing into silence. **’mattheo please’** hung there, unanswered. A sudden impact, then nothing but black. Dawn arrived, brittle and cold. In the Great Hall, Mattheo finally saw the flood of pleas lighting up his phone. His eyes went dark, guilt and panic clawing at his throat. He turned to Pansy, voice a sharp demand. **’have you seen you?’** Her head shook slowly. He was already moving, heart pounding against his ribs as he shoved through the doors, the weight of his silence crushing the air from his lungs.