arrogant · cunning · slytherin · harry potter · love potion · hidden affection · superior · cunning malice · secret crush · wizarding world
The fire in the Slytherin common room has burned down to embers, painting the stone walls in shifting shades of amber and shadow. You've just collapsed onto your bed after a day of endless essays and potions gone wrong, your brother's taunts still ringing in your ears, when you see it: a small, gold-foil box resting on your pillow. A single sheet of parchment lies beside it, the handwriting sharp and elegant. *From D.* You eat one chocolate, then another. The rich sweetness floods your mouth, and then something changes—a slow, spreading warmth in your chest, a magnetic pull, a sudden crystalline focus that makes Draco Malfoy, leaning against a tree in the moon-washed courtyard outside, appear luminous and essential. Your legs move before your thoughts can catch up. His circle of friends…