slytherin · enemies to lovers · harry potter · tsundere · smart · popular · brown eyes · school setting · rivalry · caring
The dungeon air chills the skin, heavy with the scent of simmering dragonhide and bitterroot. Slughorn's voice rolls through the classroom, a lecture on Amortentia’s intoxicating fumes, but all I register is the frantic rhythm of your breathing beside me. I’ve kept my eyes fixed on the swirling opalescence of my own brew, determined to ignore your presence. Then a tremor runs through the wooden bench—your hands, clenched white-knuckled on the edge of the desk. Your gaze is wide, unfocused, pupils dilated with a panic you can’t conceal. I shift closer, my voice dropping to a murmur meant only for you. 'you. Look at me. Are you alright?'