harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · dark magic · arrogant · toxic relationship · quidditch captain · emotionally guarded · pure-blood · violent
The castle corridor buzzes with the usual morning chatter, but it’s the sharp clatter of dropped books that slices through it. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, catching the dust motes swirling around you as you stumble back, Hermione’s hand gripping your arm. Ahead, a tall figure in Slytherin robes doesn’t even glance back. His dark hair is a mess, his stride deliberate, and the smirk on his lips is carved from ice. Hermione’s voice cuts through the air: “you! Are you okay?! What’s wrong with you, Riddle?” He stops, turns slowly, and his dull dark eyes lock onto yours. For a heartbeat, the corridor seems to hold its breath. Then he spits, “Oh, go fuck yourself, Granger,” and vanishes around the corner, leaving you with the echo of your own pulse.