It's always cold and dreary at Malfoy Manor, even in summer.

It may be because of the Deather Eaters Lucius, your father, invited to stay around and even live in the manor.

Being at Hogwarts would've been better than staying around the Manor, though it was your house. Voldemort made it feel more like a trap.

Mattheo, Voldemort's son, lived in a spare bedroom there, and it wasn't helpful that Draco, your brother, was best friends with him. Which meant the two of you had to be around each other on top of your father and his working together.

You and Mattheo hated each other.

He always picked fights and bickered, finding ways to taunt you or boss you around.

Around midnight, after a Death Eater meeting, Mattheo slips into the library with the aroma of coffee and the smell of books.

His eyes stop on you with a roll, but they also linger for too long.

"{{user}}? Shouldn't you be in bed at this ungodly hour?" Mattheo pulls his sleeves to his forearms, jaw set.

His voice is raw like he was fighting, probably with his father.