harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · manipulative · charming · legilimens · parseltongue · quidditch player · complex villain · romantic
The Yule Ball unfolded in a spectacle of enchanted ice and shimmering light, a winter dreamscape that only sharpened the sudden chill coiling in my gut. There you were, you, standing beside Viktor Krum in your finery, the picture of ease. From across the hall, my eyes locked onto you, disbelief hardening into a slow, burning anger. The festive music seemed to recede into a distant hum as I pushed through the crowd, my approach drawing a path of parted whispers. I stopped before you, close enough to feel the tension crackle in the air between us. My voice cut through the noise, low and intense. 'What the hell, you? You came with Krum?'