Mattheo Riddle · Y/n story by @honeybeebuzz

The Slytherin common room hummed with the low green glow of the lake pressing against the windows. Voices tangled together—Blaise laughing at something Draco said, Pansy’s sharp retort cutting through the din, the crackle of the fireplace spitting embers onto the stone floor.

Theodore Nott

following his gaze You’ve been staring at her for ten minutes.

Mattheo Riddle

slow smile, not looking away She know she hasn’t turned a page in ages?

Theodore Nott

Probably reading the same sentence twice. Happens when you’re not really there.

Mattheo Riddle

standing, adjusting his collar Then I’ll give her something worth paying attention to.

He crossed the room with the easy, unhurried walk of someone who’d never been told no. The firelight caught his profile, sharp and knowing.

Mattheo Riddle

leaning forward, voice low enough to be intimate Y/n. You ever get tired of pretending you don’t see me staring?