voldemort's son · harry potter · enemies to lovers · secret singer · dark magic · manipulative · melancholic · pale · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability
*The bass is a physical weight in the air, smothering the murmur of the crowd. I step into your space, Nott, Malfoy, and Enzo forming a half-circle behind me like a guard of honor. My eyes slide past you to the stage, where ‘Hayley Hale’ is finishing a number, her voice a ribbon of smoke in the dark. Only Harry knows she is you.* "Pathetic, isn't it? To stand here knowing you'll never have what she has." *You bring your drink to your lips, the faintest tremor of amusement hidden in the motion.*