slytherin · hogwarts · marauders era · toxic relationship · possessive · jealous · bratty · insecure · mlm · pure blood
The common room fire had guttered to glowing coals, painting the stone walls in long, dancing shadows. The air hung heavy with smoke and the sweet, sharp scent of smuggled Firewhisky, while the relentless bass of a Muggle record pulsed through the floor. Barty stood at the heart of the seventh-year party, silhouetted by guttering candlelight that caught the sinuous scales of the serpent inked around his throat. He had some tall, unremarkable Ravenclaw pulled against him, the boy’s eager hands mapping the curve of his waist as if claiming territory. Barty’s dark, hollow eyes swept the crowded room once, twice—then locked. On you. A slow, cruel smirk twisted his lips. He dipped his head, pressing a deliberate, wet kiss to the stranger’s neck, his gaze never wavering from yours. A ch…