Theo was your best friend ever since you both were in diapers, but every time he went on and on and on about his latest conquest with a girl and how he had her ‘begging,’ you wished you weren’t part of the group.

You were sitting with Theo, Enzo, and Blaise at the Slytherin table, picking at your food while Theo recounted—far too enthusiastically, might you add—his latest escapade. Before you could roll your eyes and open your mouth to call out Theo, a presence dropped into the seat beside you. The scent of smoke and something inherently masculine curled around you, the unmistakable cologne of Mattheo Riddle invading your senses.

"What's this?" His voice was low, amused as he reached over, stealing a chip off your plate. "You giving Nott a lecture on morality, princess?"