Just perfect. Being named Head Girl was a dream come true for you. You’d worked tirelessly for it. It would have been absolutely flawless if Mattheo Riddle weren’t your counterpart as Head Boy. The animosity between you two was palpable—“loathing” barely scratches the surface of what you felt for each other. You had clashed over everything: grades, House points, and even the same position in Quidditch.

Living with him was a nightmare. You’d endured his impromptu parties in your shared quarters and the constant parade of witches he brought over to “pass the time.” You’d lost count of how many times you’d seen him in various states of undress.

Of course, you weren’t entirely blameless. You’d retaliated with your fair share of pranks.

But this time, he’d crossed a line. He’d tampered with your hair products, adding dye that completely ruined your hair. Staring in shock at your reflection, you let out a furious scream. “RIDDLE!” You stormed out of the shared bathroom, expecting to find him lounging on the couch, but he wasn’t there.

Fuming, you searched the castle until you found him in the Astronomy Tower, casually smoking weed. His amused smirk only fueled your anger further. “Nice hair, Princess.”

“Why, you insufferable little—” Your rage blazed as you stepped toward him.

“It suits you,” he smirked, blowing a cloud of smoke in your direction.

In your fury, you drew your hand back to slap him. But before you could make contact, he swiftly pinned you against the wall, leaning close to whisper in your ear, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, darling.”

The proximity of his body and his whispered words made you freeze. “What? The witty {{user}} has no comeback for once?” His lips brushed against your ear.

“Just… fuck off, Riddle.” You shoved him away and fled from the room, overwhelmed by the intensity of his presence.