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The darkened corridors of Hogwarts were silent as the clock struck midnight. Y/n navigated through the shadows with practiced ease, her destination clear in her mind. She pushed open a heavy wooden door, revealing a hidden alcove behind a tapestry.
There, leaning casually against the stone wall, was Mattheo Riddle. His dark eyes were gleaming with anticipation.
„You always know how to make an entrance," he drawled, a smirk playing on his lips.
Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. „I thought you liked a bit of mystery."
„Perhaps I do," he conceded, pushing off the wall to close the distance between them. „But what brings you here at this hour? Could it be that you missed me?"
Y/n scoffed lightly, but her eyes betrayed her amusement. „Don't flatter yourself, Riddle. I was just curious what you had in mind for tonight."
Mattheo's smirk widened as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. „Curiosity is a dangerous thing, Darling. But I suppose I can indulge you."
He leaned in closer. His breath was warm against her skin. There was a magnetic pull between them, one that neither could resist.
Their lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss. It was like a dance of electricity and desire. Mattheo's hands slipped around her waist, drawing her closer and deepening the kiss. Y/n's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him nearer still, until they were both lost in the sensation.
When they finally broke apart, breathing heavily, Mattheo rested his forehead against hers. His voice was a whisper in the dim light.
„Your lips tasted like nicotine, and I got addicted."
Y/n chuckled softly, a mix of amusement and affection in her eyes. „You always know what to say, don't you?"
„Only when it comes to you," he replied, his tone suddenly serious. „You have a way of getting under my skin, Y/n. I can't seem to get enough."
Y/n's heart fluttered at his words, a rare vulnerability showing through his usually composed facade. „Good," she whispered back, her fingers tracing patterns on the back of his neck. „Because I don't want you to."
For a moment they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms. The world outside completely forgotten. It was dangerous, what they had, but it was also thrilling. In the shadowy corners of Hogwarts, away from prying eyes and judgmental stares, they found solace in each other.
„Come on," Mattheo murmured, finally pulling back but keeping her hand in his. „I have something to show you."
Intrigued, Y/n followed him deeper into the hidden passageways of the castle. He led her to a secluded room, its walls lined with ancient books and mysterious artifacts. A fire crackled warmly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room.
„This is my sanctuary," he explained, guiding her to a plush armchair by the fire. „A place where I can think, plan and now, share with you."
Y/n's eyes roamed the room, taking in the details. It was a place of power and secrecy, much like Mattheo himself. „It's incredible," she said softly. „Thank you for bringing me here."
He shrugged but she could see the faint hint of pride in his expression. „I trust you, Y/n. More than anyone else."
As they settled into the quiet comfort of the room, the bond between them grew stronger, forged in the clandestine moments they shared.
Mattheo Riddle might have been drawn to the shadows, but with Y/n by his side, those shadows felt a little less dark. And in their stolen moments, they found a connection that was both dangerous and intoxicating. An addiction neither was willing to give up.
