daphne greengrass · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · tsundere · alcohol induced · vulnerable · playful · romance · slow burn
The Slytherin dungeons smelled of wine and smoke. After the party, you woke up beside Daphne. The cold gave way to tension. Daphne opened her eyes, her gaze sharpening into clarity. 'This is a mistake,' she said, her voice hoarse. you replied evenly. They shifted apart, but the air had changed. Their stares held longer than usual. Not tenderness, but a dangerous spark of interest flashed between them. Daphne's mask faltered, and their rivalry became something real.