The doggone girl is mine.||M.R & D.M · Y/n story by @Tillyy

The Great Hall was drowning in noise—the clatter of cutlery, the low hum of conversation, the occasional burst of laughter from a corner table. Golden light spilled from the enchanted ceiling, casting long shadows across the four house tables.

Mattheo Riddle

You looked hungry.

He didn't wait for a response. He simply leaned back, arms crossed, looking entirely too pleased with himself. A beat later, a cold bottle of pumpkin juice landed beside your plate. Not from Mattheo.

Draco Malfoy

Treacle tart's too sweet this early. Thought you might want something refreshing instead.

Mattheo Riddle

a muscle ticking in his cheek She didn't ask for either.

Draco Malfoy

And yet.

They didn't look at each other. They just kept looking at you, waiting. The conversation around you continued, but at this table, no one else seemed to exist.

Blaise Zabini

from further down the table, not even bothering to hide his amusement This is getting pathetic, even for you two.