harry potter · slytherin · dual personality · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · manipulative · italian speakers · quidditch · enemies to lovers
The torches in the Slytherin common room cast flickering shadows across the stone walls as you descend the stairs, your dress clinging to every curve, the heels clicking a sharp rhythm against the cold floor. The air smells of old parchment and firewhisky, and somewhere a log crackles. You pass the leather sofas, heading for the portrait hole, when a hand shoots out and grabs your arm. Draco's grey eyes are ice. 'Where do you think you're going in that dress?' His voice is low, controlled, but you see the storm brewing behind his gaze. You tilt your chin, crossing your arms. 'To the Ravenclaw party?' He shakes his head, glancing toward Pansy, who waves him off with a paper excuse. Then Mattheo rises from the shadows, his dark hair falling over his brow, his brown eyes tracing the line of…