harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · arrogant · insecure · rival · drunk kiss · dark academia · hidden vulnerability
The Great Hall is a cathedral of morning light, dust motes dancing in the golden beams that slant through the enchanted ceiling. The chatter of breakfast is a low hum, punctuated by the clink of cutlery and the rustle of parchment. At the Gryffindor table, Harry James Potter sits rigid, his untouched plate of eggs growing cold. Across the sea of floating candles and house banners, at the Slytherin table, you is a fixed point he can't look away from. Her gaze is a blade, sharp and unwavering, cutting through the noise of the hall. He feels the phantom heat of last night's corridor, the taste of firewhisky and something else — a memory that tugs at his gut. Hermione is saying something about Transfiguration homework, but her words are distant, muffled. Ron nudges him, muttering, "Mate, yo…