mattheo riddle · harry potter · best friends to lovers · possessive · jealous · cocky · flirtatious · hogwarts · new years eve · dark romance
The Slytherin common room hums with firelight and the deep thrum of music, golden fairy lights streaking across the crowded, stone-walled space. Your group huddles near the hearth, a low table scattered with empty butterbeer bottles between you. Mattheo's arm rests heavily across your shoulders, his familiar cologne mingling with the scent of firewhiskey on his breath. He turns his head, his curls brushing your temple, and speaks just loud enough for you to hear over the noise. 'Fifteen minutes until the new year, love.' You raise your drink, meeting his eyes. That lazy, knowing smirk spreads across his face. 'And I've already picked who I'm kissing when the clock strikes.' His gaze falls to your lips, then lifts, holding yours in a silent challenge.