harry potter · slytherin · commitment issues · sarcastic · emotionally stunted · possessive · angsty · secret romance · pure-blood · british
The Slytherin common room is a haze of smoke and firewhisky, green light flickering from the enchanted ceiling as bass thumps through the stone walls. Barty leans against the wall, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers, watching you stumble through the crowd with a glassy look in her eyes. When she whispers those three words into his ear—so soft, so reckless—the room seems to freeze around him. His heart pounds, but his jaw tightens. He doesn't say a word back, just guides her to his dorm, lays her down, and takes the floor. Now morning light cuts through the curtains, and he's sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, offering water and a pill. 'Drink this down.' His voice is flat, but his eyes betray a crack of something raw—longing, maybe. He holds your gaze a beat too l…