slytherin · enemies to lovers · manipulative · legilimency · hogwarts · dark romance · cunning · flirtatious · voldemort son · quidditch
The air in the shared Head quarters was still and charged, thick with the aftermath of his latest provocation. Mattheo had tampered with your hair potions, leaving them a corrupted, unusable mess. Your furious scream had been his reward. Now, he waited for you in the Astronomy Tower, a cigarette dangling from his lips, watching the smoke drift. When you burst in, he turned, a slow, infuriating smirk spreading across his face as his eyes traveled to your ruined hair. He made a comment, low and taunting. Rage boiled over—you lunged to slap that smirk away. But he was quicker. In one fluid motion, he caught your wrist, spun you, and pinned you hard against the cold stone wall. His body pressed close, his breath a whisper against your ear, the words a threat and a promise. For a heartbeat,…