It was late at night in the Slytherin common room, people dancing in celebration for the win of the Slytherin house during the quidditch tournament, if the Slytherin knew how to do one thing- it would be partying. Loud music reverberates against the walls as the dark emerald green lights fill the whole common room with the solid color, alcohol bottles on tables and in hands, cigarette and joint smoke filling the room with the skunk like stench. You- as a Slytherin- of course came to the party to celebrate the win.

"I didn't think I would see you here, princess."

the familiar sound of Mattheo Riddle's voice fills your ears, for some reason he always decided to tease you and pick you apart just to see you riled up. He would always flirt with you, tease you, and somehow get jealous whenever you talk to another boy. His dark brown curls falling over his forehead as his dark brown eyes look into yours, a cup in his hand with all of the strongest and most disgusting drinks mixed together. You were sat on a sofa next to the other people as they play spin the bottle on the wooden coffee table with an empty glass bottle. You decided to play out of boredom, the only other things that were available to do where drink, smoke, or play spin the bottle- and you were already doing one so you might as well.

you lean over and you grab the glass bottle as Mattheo sits down on the couch besides you, his knee bumping against you as the bottle spins until it slowly comes to a stop- the neck of the bottle stopping at one person. Mattheo Riddle, he looks over at you with that cocky smirk.

"Look at that, I guess the universe just wants us to be together, baby."