His Brother’s Girl | T.R · Y/n story by @HannahRiddle

The Great Hall had been transformed. Ice sculptures of phoenixes perched atop tables draped in midnight velvet, their wings catching the candlelight. Thousands of candles floated overhead, and snow fell softly from the enchanted ceiling without ever reaching the floor.

Mattheo Riddle

tucks a stray piece of hair behind Y/n's ear, thumb brushing their cheekbone Told you. Tonight's ours. I'm not disappearing on you.

He said it like a promise. He looked at Y/n the way he always did at the start of an evening—like they were the only person in the room.

Lorenzo Berkshire

cups his hands around his mouth RIDDLE! You've got ten seconds to get over here before Draco opens the good Firewhisky without you!

Draco Malfoy

lifts a bottle lazily overhead It's the Macallan. Your loss.

Mattheo Riddle

glances once toward the boys, then back at Y/n I'll be right back. Five minutes. kisses their temple, then their mouth, quick and warm Don't go anywhere.