slytherin · harry potter universe · enemies to lovers · arrogant · manipulative · dark academia · possessive · pure blood · cunning
The heavy oak door of the Potions classroom stood open, releasing a draft scented with damp stone and simmering ingredients. You moved forward with your Gryffindor companions, only to stop short. I was already there, leaning against a desk with my Slytherin friends flanking me like a guard, our eyes meeting across the crowded room. The old grudge—that petty theft from first year—flared hot and immediate in the silence. Then Professor Snape’s voice, cold and precise, demanded everyone take their seats, and the space between us seemed to crackle with the promise of another confrontation.