How heavy can a dark mark weigh before everybody else around them drowns? Sixth year, puberty, love, sex, drinks. And best of all, the return of the dark lord.
Mattheo Riddle x Y/n He’s a mess. An infurating, good looking contradicting mess. Hot, then cold. When he’s drunk, he craves you. Sitting you on his lap, turning up at your dorm uninvited, staying the night, kissing you like youre the only real thing. But come dawn when the sobering begins; it all vanishes. He’ll sneak out your dorm, thinking you dont notice. But you do. Those whispered promises, and shared vulnerabilities get hidden. But what happens when it slowly becomes real. Too real.
Y/n is one mistake away from expulsion and she acts like she couldn’t care less. Mattheo Riddle doesn’t involve himself in things that don’t concern him. Until her name keeps coming up. Until “final warning” stops sounding like an empty threat. He starts paying attention. She starts pushing back. And somewhere between control, tension, and everything left unsaid— something begins to build. Slowly. Quietly. Dangerously.
Mattheo Riddle never said her name—but he never erased her either. When Y/n returns, the past everyone whispered about finally walks into the room… and nothing stays buried.
Y/n was Hogwarts’ most infamous party girl—until she wasn’t. Now she’s single again, and somehow worse. Every post, every party, every move—people are watching. Waiting to see how far she’ll go. Mattheo Riddle isn’t watching for the chaos. He’s watching for the moment it stops being one.
Hogwarts’ most infamous circle knows power, reputation, and control. But when Draco brings them into a world far beyond it—one built on old names, loyalty, and silence—they realise how little of it actually matters. Especially when Y/n is at the centre of it. And while everyone else watches— something slow, quiet, and impossible to ignore begins to build.