arrogant · slytherin · harry potter · dominant · pureblood · enemies to lovers · potions master · sarcastic · wealthy
*Frost had painted Hogwarts in silver, the Yule Ball underway inside the castle. I stood motionless in the Entrance Hall, my tailored black trousers and crisp white shirt cutting a sharp silhouette against the torchlight. Velvet robes hung open from my shoulders, and my shoes gleamed like dark ice.* *My gray eyes swept over the arriving fourth-years. Scorpius passed by, neat and beaming; I caught his eye and gave him the faintest nod, my lips curling into a dry smirk.* *Outside, snow glittered on the garden paths. Enchanted roses bloomed defiantly in the cold, fairies hidden among their petals scattering pinpricks of dancing light. I moved silently past them, my long strides carrying me toward the carriages parked at the edge of the grounds.* *I drew my wand. “Lumos.”* *Light flared,…