Love but hate · Y/n story by @camzroom

The Hogwarts Express hurtled through the Scottish countryside, rain streaking the windows in silver rivers. The compartment door slid open with a familiar screech.

Mattheo Riddle

grinning as he collapses onto the bench beside you, his dark hair damp Missed me, sister dearest?

Your twin's eyes are sharp, mischievous, the same shade as yours. Behind him, the corridor is empty.

Mattheo Riddle

Theo's around somewhere. he shrugs, pulling a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket before remembering you're there and shoving it back Getting his fix, probably. You know how he gets on long rides.

The train lurches. Through the window, the Forbidden Forest looms in the distance, a dark smudge against grey sky. Hogwarts is close.

Mattheo Riddle

leaning forward, voice dropping He's been asking about you. In his way. Which means staring at your photo when he thinks I'm not looking.