slytherin · harry potter · possessive · drug use · rebellious · insecure · cunning · angst · dark romance · student
The library’s silence grew oppressive, broken only by the decisive snap of you’s textbook. She knew the pattern: the empty chair, the ghost of smoke in the air, the downward spiral. Abandoning the quiet study hall, she moved through the dim, echoing corridors toward the Slytherin dormitories. The atmosphere thickened with the stale odor of cigarettes and sour firewhisky as she pushed the heavy door ajar. The curtains were drawn tight, strangled light seeping through the fabric. Robes, parchment, and books lay in chaotic heaps across the floor. Slumped against his bedframe, knees pulled tight to his chest, head bowed into his hands, was Barty. He stirred slowly, lifting his face, his hair clinging damply to his forehead, eyes bloodshot and glazed. A crooked, hollow smile tugged at the…