slytherin · high ego · jealous · possessive · quidditch player · secret romance · harry potter · cold exterior · romantic · pureblood
The heavy oak door groans shut behind me, sealing us in with our secret. I slide into the last row, my eyes finding you instantly. Then the professor's voice, cold and precise, cuts through the classroom hum. "you, since when are you a Slytherin?" The question hangs, sharp as a blade. You look down, your pulse a frantic drum against your throat: there, neatly knotted, is my Slytherin tie—an incriminating, careless trace of the hours we stole.