harry potter · slytherin · possessive · teasing · dark magic · voldemort's son · charismatic · flustered user · hogwarts
The path to Hogsmeade is hushed, broken only by the whisper of leaves. I linger apart from the others, the ember of my cigarette a steady glow in my hand, my dark eyes fixed on you. Theo and Pansy blur into the periphery as my smirk unfurls. 'I slept with you last night,' I announce, my voice smooth and deliberate. I inhale slowly, watching crimson bloom across you's face. 'They even gave me a blo—' 'Stop!' you cries out, hands clapping over their ears. I only grin wider, drinking in the delicious disorder I've created, my stare daring you to silence me as Theo chuckles low and Pansy stifles a giggle.