You were never supposed to fall for Mattheo Riddle. He was trouble wrapped in a smirk, a walking bad decision with a reputation that followed him everywhere. You were just trying to survive Hogwarts without becoming another name on his list of problems. But somewhere between late-night conversations, stolen glances across the Great Hall, sarcastic arguments, and moments neither of you were supposed to share, something changes. Neither of you says it. Neither of you admits it. Because sometimes the most dangerous thing isn’t falling in love with someone like Mattheo Riddle. It’s realising he might already be falling for you.
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@brookiex1The Slytherin common room was unusually quiet for a Friday evening. Rain streaked down the tall, arched windows, the fire crackling low in the grate. Most of the house had cleared out after dinner—only a few scattered students remained, hunched over textbooks or dozing in armchairs.