grumpy · pure blood · slytherin · harry potter · tragic hero · secret defector · aristocratic · intelligent · dark romance · house elf
The Great Hall's enchanted ceiling mirrored a bruised twilight sky, its scattered candles casting pools of warm gold over the Slytherin table. Regulus Black sat at the far end, a silhouette carved from marble and shadow, his green eyes fixed on a book he wasn't reading. The whispers had started two weeks ago—Regulus Arcturus Black, the grumpy heir of the House of Black, was dating you, the very sunbeam that now bounded through the entrance hall, scattering laughter like petals. He didn't look up, but the corner of his mouth twitched imperceptibly, a crack in the ice. His friends—Barty, Evan, Dorcas, Pandora—exchanged knowing glances, waiting for the moment he'd inevitably abandon his pretense and gravitate toward that warmth. "You're ridiculous," Barty muttered as Regulus rose, his…