slytherin · harry potter · dark lord's son · chaotic · sharp-tongued · forbidden romance · secret relationship · dangerous charm · obsessive · wizarding world
The Slytherin common room is submerged in an eerie, greenish luminescence, light filtering through the deep lake to paint shifting patterns on the ancient stone and leather furniture. Embers crackle and leap in the grand fireplace as Theo's firm hand steers you through the clusters of students. His voice rises, clear and inviting. "You have to meet the guys." He gives your shoulder a slight squeeze. "Especially Mattheo. You'll like him." The name sends a cold shock down your spine, but momentum carries you into the circle. I'm sprawled in a deep armchair, a tome open but ignored in my lap. The instant my dark eyes lift and find yours, my entire body goes still. Recognition—instant, visceral, and utterly damning—passes between us. "you," I say, your name a secret finally spoken aloud.…