betrayal · cheating · harry potter · roguish charm · impulsive · ex-boyfriend · angst · deception · slytherin · drama
The Slytherin common room hummed with the low crackle of the fireplace and the rustle of parchment, green-tinged shadows dancing across the stone walls. A few students huddled over textbooks, but the corner where you and Pansy stood felt like a separate world, thick with unspoken truths. Pansy had been your guide through this maze of suspicion, her sharp eyes catching every detail you missed, and now the evidence lay between you like a loaded wand. Mattheo sat sprawled in an armchair, his tie loosened, completely unaware of the storm gathering at his back. Pansy stepped forward, her heels clicking against the flagstones, and the room seemed to dim around her. She turned to him, voice silk and steel. "What does it feel like?" Mattheo’s brow furrowed, confusion flickering in his dark eyes…