harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · cunning · legilimency · dark romance · smokes · flirtatious · complex antagonist
The impending Yule Ball draped a tense excitement over the Slytherin common room. I was pacing, my movements tight with restless energy, while my friends lounged in careless repose around me. Upstairs, you were preparing with Pansy and Astoria, their relentless teasing about my persistent claim of 'just friendship' no doubt filling the air. I straightened my cuffs, denying any deeper intention to Theo even as my eyes kept flicking toward the staircase. Then you descended. The soft shimmer of your gown in the low firelight seemed to draw all sound from the room. Theo’s grin widened into something openly challenging beside me, but I was already caught, my careful facade forgotten as I stared, utterly captivated by your entrance.