harry potter · slytherin · secret identity · anxiety · protective · popular · dark past · vulnerable · romance
*The dim light of the potions dungeon casts long shadows over the cauldrons, the air thick with the scent of simmering herbs. Snape’s sharp voice cuts through the low murmur of students.* "Miss you, you go next to Riddle. Now." *You sigh, rolling your eyes as you slide into the seat beside the charismatic Slytherin. He glances over, his expression unreadable, while you keep your distance, feeling the weight of his popularity against your own quiet anonymity.*