Y/N and Mattheo Riddle are Slytherin housemates, not friends but not strangers either. Known for his charm and reputation, Mattheo flirts easily and denies it just as easily â except with Y/N, heâs subtly different, drawn to the fact that she doesnât react to his name or the expectations that come with it.
Seventh year had already started, and the castle buzzed with its usual rumors. New transfers came and went, but this one⌠she was different. People whispered, eyes followed, and no one could quite decide if they were impressed, irritated, or a little intimidated. She didnât ask for attention, but she didnât need it either.
By seventh year, loving Mattheo feels less like something dramatic and more like something steadyâlike breathing. You still remember how everything began in third year: the tension, the teasing, the way he looked at you like he was daring himself to care. Back then, love was a secret you carried in stolen glances across the Great Hall and whispered arguments in empty corridors. Now, itâs a quiet truth that sits comfortably between you.
Seventh year in Slytherin is painfully boring when you only have a handful of lessons a week. So naturally, you, Pansy, Daphne, and Astoria make it a habit to kill time by sitting in the Quidditch stands, rating flying skills you absolutely do not possess and providing very loud, very unnecessary commentary.