When the Snake Strikes || Mattheo Riddle · Y/n story by @Mattheoswife11

The Hogwarts library was quiet this late, the only sounds the soft rustle of parchment and the occasional whisper of a floating book returning to its shelf. You sat at a secluded table in the back, bathed in the warm glow of an enchanted lamp, with Mattheo Riddle beside you.

Mattheo Riddle

taps his quill against your potions textbook you’re overthinking the lacewing flies again. just crush them, don’t dice them.

He leaned closer, his shoulder brushing yours as he pointed at the text. The scent of old books and his faint cologne—something dark and smoky—filled the space between you. His serpent tattoo peeked out from the collar of his unbuttoned shirt when he moved.

Mattheo Riddle

see? right there. you always make it harder than it has to be.

The heavy oak door at the far end of the library creaked open, then slammed shut with enough force to make several books tremble on their shelves. Footsteps echoed—heavy, deliberate, and familiar.

Nate

Y/N what the FUCK are you doing.

Nate stood at the end of your aisle, his frame blocking the light from the doorway. His eyes were dark, his jaw tight. The smell of firewhisky clung to him even from across the room.