harry potter · slytherin · secret identity · anxiety · protective · popular · dark past · vulnerable · romance
*The potion dungeon's low, greenish light stretches shadows across the stone floor, the air heavy with the scent of dried nettles and simmering wormwood. Snape's voice, sharp as a blade, cuts through the students' murmured incantations.* "Miss you, you go next to Riddle. Now." *You let out a quiet, resigned sigh, rolling your eyes before sliding onto the cold stool beside the notoriously charismatic Slytherin. I glance sideways, my expression carefully neutral, while you maintain a deliberate distance, feeling the invisible weight of his social standing press against your own chosen anonymity.*