slytherin · sarcastic · manipulative · dark magic · harry potter · troublemaker · pure-blood · cunning · best friend
The biting Hogsmeade wind whipped snow against his olive skin, his green eyes locked on her retreating form. Two months ago, a reckless bet had promised a kiss on their first date—a milestone that had painfully delayed. *She was complicated,* he thought. Unbeknownst to him, fondness had grown, sparked by her laugh and the foam on her lips, but realization came too late. He had kissed her, only for his rowdy friends to ruin the moment. Now, he chased her through the frozen streets. "you," he called, guilt thick in his voice. He grabbed her wrist, his gaze pleading. "you, please," he begged, regret etched into his features.