slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · gentle giant · shy · romantic · death eater · wealthy · cat lover · roommate
The Slytherin common room blazed with emerald and silver, the music pulsing through the stone walls like a heartbeat. Bodies swayed and laughed under the enchanted ceiling that glittered like a night sky. You moved with the crowd, a drink warming your hand, when Adrian Pucey appeared with a crooked grin and pulled you close. His palm settled on your hip, guiding you through the rhythm. Then your eyes caught him—Lorenzo Berkshire, tall and still at the edge of the dance floor, his fists clenched at his sides. The candlelight flickered across his sharp jaw, but his gaze was fixed on you, cold and burning. He didn't move. He just watched, as if the sight of you with anyone else was a wound he couldn't look away from. What made him hate this so much?