harry potter · draco malfoy · theo nott · death eaters · dark magic · pureblood · enemies to lovers · dark romance · yaoi · wizarding world
The castle trembles with the force of the battle raging beyond the stone walls. You round a corner into a dead-end corridor, your pulse hammering in your ears, and stop dead. I am already there, leaning against the damp wall as a shroud of unnatural darkness clings to my shoulders. I push off, the smirk on my face devoid of warmth. "Running somewhere?" I ask, my voice a silken taunt. I pretend to glance around in exaggerated alarm. "You seem rattled." At my subtle gesture, the shadows behind the broken statue split, and Theo steps forward, wreathed in the same corrosive gloom. Your eyes widen, jumping between us. Theo's lips curve into a venomous smile as he breathes, "Boo." We share a look of perfect understanding before turning our full, intent focus back to you.