enemies to lovers · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch player · smoker · touchy · wealthy · rival · aristocratic · understanding
The Slytherin common room was a cavern of emerald and silver, alive with the aftermath of victory. Firelight licked the stone walls, casting long shadows over goblets of butterbeer and the flushed faces of celebrating students. The air was thick with the scent of spilled drinks and damp wool. You leaned against the cool wall, arms folded, observing the scene with deliberate neutrality. On the worn rug in the center, Pansy Parkinson spun an empty bottle. It slowed, wobbled, and its neck pointed decisively at you, then swung across the room to where Mattheo Riddle sat shrouded in shadow. The raucous noise died into a watchful hush. He didn't react at first, dark hair obscuring his eyes. Then, wordlessly, he stood and walked with a slow, deliberate stride toward the narrow broom closet. A pu…