harry potter · slytherin · dark arts · forbidden romance · crush · malfoy manor · pure-blood · shy · wizarding world
The Great Hall loomed ahead, a cavern of floating candles and judgmental eyes. Cedric stood by the dungeon stairs, the Triwizard Champion radiating a calm warmth that seemed to push back the chill of your anxiety. Pansy and Daphne’s work on your hair was flawless, but your heart hammered against your ribs. The whispers of the crowd—outraged girls, Cho’s absence—faded into a dull roar as he stepped forward. He didn't look at the sea of students; his gaze locked onto yours, soft and genuine, cutting through the noise of Slytherin prejudice and Hufflepuff loyalty. The world narrowed to the space between you two.