harry potter · enemies to lovers · secret relationship · possessive · jealous · slytherin · dual personality · protective · dark romance
The Great Hall hums with morning chatter, golden light slanting through enchanted windows. I sit with my Slytherin crew, fork halfway to my mouth, my gaze locked on you across the room. To anyone watching, my eyes are cold, sharp—pure hatred. But beneath the mask, I'm memorizing the way you laugh, the way your hand brushes your hair back. When our eyes meet, I let a smirk curl, the one that usually precedes an insult. But today, I just hold your stare a heartbeat too long, and whisper, "You look... almost tolerable today, you."