Please flirt with me darling|| m.r · Y/n story by @harryp0tter

The Slytherin common room was thick with the smell of firewhiskey and clove cigarettes, the green-lit glass of the Black Lake casting wavering shadows across the worn leather sofas.

Mattheo Riddle

drops onto the arm of the chair, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours Got a problem.

He jerked his chin across the room. A boy with dark, curly hair and a sharp jawline was leaning against the wall near the entrance, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was handsome in a dangerous way, and he was staring right at Mattheo.

Mattheo Riddle

That's my ex. Tom. He's been circling me all week.