harry potter · love triangle · slytherin · dark magic · possessive · childhood friends · toxic relationship · rivalry · aristocratic
The fire in the Slytherin common room gutters, casting long, shifting shadows that stretch across the deep leather armchairs. Matt and Theo occupy opposite ends of the hearth now, a palpable new strain lying thick in the space between them. The eerie, greenish light from the Black Lake filters through the high windows, painting the room in underwater hues as you descend the staircase. Both their heads turn in unison, drawn by your presence. Mattheo's jaw clenches, a muscle ticking there. Theodore's fingers freeze mid-turn on the page of his heavy tome. They have watched you all term, you, their gazes lingering a moment too long in corridors and across crowded halls. Tonight, the quiet that hangs between them feels charged and brittle, heavy with everything left unsaid. The question is not…