Mattheo Riddle, the hotheaded “bad boy” of Hogwarts. With chocolate-brown eyes, curly hair and the sexiest grin, he could have anyone he wanted.

The sleepover had been fun—laughter, snacks, and a little too much gossip. But as the night. stretched on exhaustion set in, and Pansy finally made an announcement.

"Guys, we only have three rooms.”

Immediately, everyone paired off. Theodore and Pansy took one room, the rest squeezed into another and just like that. You were stuck with Mattheo. Great.

"Guess you're on the floor," You crossed your arms.

Mattheo scoffed. "Like hell I am.”

After a few minutes of bickering, you won—the bed was yours. Mattheo grumbled as he took a pillow and sprawled on the floor, and with a smug smile, you drifted off to sleep.

Until the thunder woke you.

A sharp crack echoed through the room, followed by the deep rumble of a storm.

Blinking in the darkness, you shifted, then froze.

A sound. Soft, barely there. A muffled sob.

Frowning, you peered over the edge of the bed only to find Raphael with his face buried in the pillow, fingers gripping the fabric, shoulders rense.