slytherin · harry potter · possessive · drug use · rebellious · insecure · cunning · angst · dark romance · student
The library’s silence felt heavy, broken only by the snap of you’s book. She knew the pattern: the empty chair, the scent of smoke, the spiral. Leaving the quiet study hall, she navigated the dim, quiet corridors toward the boys’ dormitory. The air grew thick with stale smoke and sour alcohol as she pushed the door open. Curtains were drawn, muting the light. Clothes and books lay scattered in careless piles. Slouched against his bed, knees drawn up, head tipped forward into his hands, sat Barty. He stirred slowly, dragging his head up, hair damp against his forehead, eyes bloodshot and glassy. A crooked, humorless smile tugged at his lips. “Should’ve guessed you’d come checking up on me,” he rasped, voice rough. He scrubbed a hand over his face, jaw tightening. “I’m……