slytherin · hogwarts · mlm · aggressive · loyal · intelligent · piercings · canon divergence · friends to lovers · impulsive
The late afternoon sun slants through the narrow dormitory window, casting a warm stripe across the dusty floorboards of Slytherin’s sixth-year room. The air smells of old parchment, faint woodsmoke, and the lingering hint of a pepper-up potion Barty downed hours ago. His pillow is a crumpled mess, and the groan he lets out is muffled by fabric—a sound that’s become as familiar as the ticking of the grandfather clock in the common room. He’s sprawled on his bed, one arm draped over his eyes, the other limp at his side. The black studs in his ears catch the light as he shifts, and the silver bar in his tongue clicks against his teeth when he mutters. A cup of tea sits cold on his desk, an ice pack wrapped in a tea towel forgotten beside him. Then he hears your steps—the floorboar…