mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · cold exterior · protective · possessive · quidditch player · dark magic · secret nerd · romance
The dungeon classroom is thick with damp cold. A boy erupts through the doorway, his dark curls soaked and clinging to his skin, his school robes in disarray, his tie gone. Dolores Umbridge has you pinned with her saccharine smile. "My dear, are you not a Ravenclaw?" Her eyes fix on the Slytherin tie knotted securely around your neck. His storm-grey gaze finds yours, a silent tempress gathering there.