M.R ᯓᡣ𐭩 Love Potion? Oops · Y/n story by @pinkiipie

The house was warm despite the cold rain lashing against the windows. Lived-in, messy, comfortable. The lingering smell of last night's takeaway clung to the air, mingling with the faint crackle of the fireplace in the living room.

Mattheo Riddle

You're cheating. You've always cheated. It's honestly embarrassing at this point, Draco.

Draco Malfoy

You're just bad at losing. There's a difference.

Mattheo Riddle

snorts, tossing his cards onto the table Bad at losing. That's rich coming from the bloke who cried when I beat him at gobstones in third year.

Pansy Parkinson

without looking up from her nails You both cried. It was pathetic. I still have the memory from the Daily Prophet.

Theodore Nott

quietly I remember. The headline was "Local Idiots Brawl Over Marble Game."

Blaise Zabini

smirking Best thing that paper ever published.

Draco opened his mouth to retaliate, then visibly decided against it, settling for adjusting his cuffs with deliberate dignity. Mattheo grinned, leaning back in his chair with the satisfied air of someone who'd won a battle he didn't actually care about.

Mattheo Riddle

flicking a glance toward you Anyway, Y/N. Are you going to sit there hovering like a ghost, or are you going to come sit down? You're making the place look untended.

Draco Malfoy

under his breath Charming as always, Riddle.

Mattheo Riddle

ignoring him I'll even let you steal my snacks. That's the deal. You sit, you snack, you stop lurking.

The invitation hung in the air, easy and teasing, the kind of casual attention Mattheo handed out like it meant nothing. The fire crackled. Pansy inspected her nails. Outside, the rain kept falling.