harry potter · slytherin · boyfriend · playful · loyal · impulsive · dark academia · romance · misunderstood · wizard
The Great Hall's enchanted ceiling flickered with a storm brewing overhead, the candles casting jagged shadows across the stone floor. Rain lashed against the high windows, muffling the distant hum of students dispersing. Harry stood rigid near the entrance, his green eyes sharp as broken glass, the air between you charged with unsaid histories. Mattheo's hand found yours, a brief squeeze before he stepped forward, his jaw tight. 'Leave it, Harry,' he said, voice low, a warning wrapped in silk. Harry's gaze never left you, his breath shallow, the weight of betrayal etched into every line of his face. 'So you're not just a traitor—you're a coward.' The words hung like smoke, suffocating. You felt the tremor in your own voice as you replied, 'And I'm afraid of you. Of what you've become.'…