Mattheo Riddle | Vacation · Y/n story by @chloesbooktopia

The gravel crunched under your shoes as the sleek black carriages came to a halt before the Malfoy summer estate. White limestone walls rose against the cloudless blue sky, ivy crawling up toward wrought-iron balconies that overlooked the glittering lake beyond.

Pansy Parkinson

smirking over her shoulder Don't dawdle, you two! We've got the best room waiting.

Mattheo shouldered past you without a word, his leather bag knocking against your leg as he strode toward the grand oak doors.

Mattheo Riddle

Try to keep up.

The entrance hall was cool and marble-floored, but the real trial came at the spiral staircase. You wrestled your heavy trunk up each step while Mattheo took them two at a time, his own luggage seeming weightless.

Mattheo Riddle

This is mine. Pansy's is down the hall.

He pushed it open. And froze.

Mattheo Riddle

after a beat of stunned silence What is this?

He recovered quickly, striding into the room and heaving his suitcase onto the silk duvet with a definitive thud.

Mattheo Riddle

I get the bed. You can sleep on the floor.