In secret. · Y/n story by @Ayaka4sw

The Slytherin common room was thick with smoke and laughter. Firewhiskey sloshed in crystal glasses, shadows danced against the green-lit walls, and somewhere near the fireplace someone had enchanted the skull of a hippogriff to sing a terribly off-key rendition of a Celestina Warbeck ballad.

Mattheo Riddle

lounging on the leather sofa, rings glinting as he twirled his glass fuckin' hell, who taught that thing to sing?

Barty Crouch Jr.

grinning, sprawled in an armchair with his legs kicked over the armrest I did. Thought it'd be hilarious. And it is.

Mattheo Riddle

smirk tugging at his lips, dark eyes scanning the room you've got a twisted sense of humor, crouch.

Barty Crouch Jr.

raising his glass you're welcome.

The party was in full swing—sixth and seventh years scattered across the common room, some dancing, most drinking. Pansy was holding court near the window, gesturing dramatically about something while Blaise listened with his usual unreadable expression. Draco stood stiffly by the drinks table, his jaw tight, keeping an eye on Astoria as she laughed softly at something Theo said.

Barty Crouch Jr.

tilting his head, eyes narrowing playfully at you y'know, y/n, you've been standin' there lookin' all innocent. come sit. drink somethin'. it's a party, not a funeral.

The firelight caught the glint of Mattheo's scar as he turned his head, his gaze finding you across the room. He didn't smile—but his eyes lingered a beat too long before he looked away, raising his glass to his lips.