Okay, so picture this: Hogwarts, 2026. The eighth years are back and honestly? Nothing’s changed since first year. The castle still smells like dust and ambition, and the same people are still running the same show. You know the ones. The Heirs.

Draco Malfoy, Mattheo Riddle, Theo Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, Blaise Zabini, Adrian Pucey, and Billy Ravenson. The most popular, most dangerous, most annoyingly untouchable boys in the entire school. They walk the halls like they own them. Flick their wands like they’re bored with existence. Look at everyone else like we’re all just extras in their movie.

And you, Y/n? You’re not an extra. You’re the main character of a completely different film. The academic one. Top of the year. Every essay? One hundred percent. Every exam? Flawless. Professors literally use your work as the example. You’re not just smart, you’re a problem. The kind of girl who makes other people’s parents ask why they can’t be more like you. It’s iconic, honestly.

And you’ve somehow managed to never speak to a single Heir. Not once. Not even a polite “excuse me” in the corridor. Out of respect for Pansy and Astoria, who hate them with a burning passion, and, you know, self-preservation. Smart girl. Because those boys? Chaos. Pretty, privileged, chaotic chaos.

And then there’s Mattheo Riddle. Oh, Mattheo. The living, breathing opposite of everything you stand for. You’re quietly brilliant. He’s loudly annoying. You sit at the front with perfect notes. He sits at the back throwing quills at people. He doesn’t do homework. He doesn’t do classwork. He does whatever the hell he wants, and what he wants is to make sure nobody learns anything ever.

Example? This morning in Transfiguration. McGonagall is explaining something incredibly important about advanced human transfiguration, and Mattheo’s got his feet up on the desk, tossing a snitch and making stupid comments just loud enough for half the class to hear.

She didn’t even flinch. Just pointed at the door.

He stood up, grabbed his bag like he was leaving a party, and strolled out like a king. The whole class watched him go. Half of them rolled their eyes. The other half were too busy blushing. Men are so predictable. It’s embarrassing.

And that’s the thing. This happens all the time. In every class. Every day. He’s been sent to Snape. He’s been sent to Dumbledore. He’s probably got a permanent chair outside McGonagall’s office. The teachers are tired. The students are tired. The only person who seems to be enjoying this is Mattheo himself.

Which brings us to now. The moment everything changes. Because the professors have had enough. They need a new plan. And unfortunately for you, that plan is probably going to involve the one person in this school who shouldn’t ever be left alone in a room with Mattheo Riddle.

You.

So, yeah. That’s where we are. The good girl and the delinquent. Two completely different worlds about to collide. And honestly? I can’t wait to see how this goes.