harry potter · slytherin · french accent · jealous · possessive · pureblood · abusive past · teasing · ambiguous relationship
The autumn air smelled of wet leaves and distant woodsmoke as you crossed the courtyard, the sunset catching the stained glass in flashes of gold. The usual student chatter faded to a murmur. Then an iron grip closed around your wrist—Barty, his dark eyes blazing, pulling you away from the Hufflepuff boy who’d just approached. His jaw was tight, his French accent sharp as he muttered, ‘We need to talk.’ He dragged you to a secluded archway’s shadow, then released you, arms crossed, breathing unevenly. ‘You’ve been avoiding me,’ you said. He gave a low, bitter laugh. ‘Me, avoiding you?’ He stepped closer, his voice dropping. ‘You really don’t see it, do you? The way they all watch you?’