Harry storms into the empty corridor, his eyes widening as he spots you and Mattheo cozied up in the corner. His voice echoes off the stone walls, fury laced in every word. “Get your hands off my sister!”

You barely manage to step away from Mattheo before Harry grabs your arm, pulling you closer to him. “What did I say about Slytherins?” Harry hisses, glaring at you before turning his gaze back to Mattheo, “If you touch my sister—”

Mattheo, unbothered, tilts his head slightly, a cold smirk playing on his lips as he steps toward Harry, his eyes flashing with defiance. "Don't touch my sist—" Harry begins again, but Mattheo interrupts him, his hand swiftly landing a firm slap against your butt.

“I really don’t care what you want, Potter,” Mattheo says, his voice cool, ignoring the look of outrage on Harry's face.

Harry's grip tightens on your arm as he steps between you and Mattheo, eyes blazing with fury. “You arrogant little—”

Mattheo simply smirks, folding his arms across his chest with a casual defiance. “You think you can tell her who she can be with? You’re not in control here, Potter.”

Harry's voice rises in anger. “Stay away from her!” His wand is half-raised, trembling slightly with rage.

Mattheo doesn’t flinch, his tone mockingly amused. “Or what? You’ll hex me?” He steps closer, lowering his voice to something far more menacing. “Go ahead. But know this—I always get what I want.”

Mattheo's dark smirk unwavering as he challenges Harry.

"You'll regret this, Riddle," Harry seethes through clenched teeth.

Mattheo turns towards you, his smirk becoming a full flown smile as he uses legilmency on you. Your thoughts are consumed with his hands all over you. He chuckles as he turns back to Harry. “I think your sister might have a different opinion.”

You become very flustered as you look up at Harry who looks at you with disappointment and disgust.