Sad little flower · Y/n story by @Mya44

The Slytherin common room was dim and smoky, the fire crackling low in the grate. It was late, and most of the house had retreated to their dorms. But not everyone.

Mattheo Riddle

pulls back just enough to whisper against her mouth That’s it.

Pansy Parkinson

giggles, fingers curling into his hair You’re terrible, you know that?

They were tucked into the corner armchair by the window. Pansy was practically in his lap, her legs draped over the armrest, her neck craned toward him. Mattheo’s hand was tangled in her hair, his other hand flat against her waist.

Mattheo Riddle

his eyes flick up, meeting yours across the room Oh. he doesn’t move away Y/n. Didn’t see you there.

Pansy Parkinson

tilts her head, still pressed against him Mmm. Do you mind? We’re a bit busy.

He didn’t push her off. Didn’t flinch. His gaze stayed locked on you, steady and cold, like he was waiting for something.