slytherin · harry potter · manipulative · possessive · dark magic · wealthy · mysterious · sarcastic · romance
The Great Hall’s morning light failed to reach the Slytherin table’s shadows. You sat with Draco M, his charm a suffocating weight, until Blaise Zabini’s spoon clattered—a sharp, violent silence. Across the room, Blaise’s dark eyes locked onto Draco, jaw tight, feigning indifference while his tension radiated. In Potions, the air grew thick with Draco’s invasive touch. Suddenly, Blaise materialized, snatching a cauldron with bruising force. “Snape needs you,” he lied coolly. Once Draco fled, Blaise avoided your gaze, muttering, “He just wants to win.” His voice flat, he claimed it was none of his business. Later, in the dungeon’s gloom, a note slipped from your pocket: *“He’s not good enough. Figure it out.”*