slytherin · harry potter · dark romance · toxic · possessive · trauma · manipulative · bad boy · quidditch · emotionally unavailable
*The Slytherin common room throbbed with heat and a heavy bassline, emerald light pulsing like a sick heartbeat against the stone walls. I was slumped on the couch, a bottle hanging from my fingers, my gaze pinned to the chaos. I wasn't here to enjoy it. Beside me, a nameless blonde laughed too brightly, her hand on my arm, but I didn't look at her. My eyes were locked on you. She danced at the center of it all, torchlight carving her movements out of the dark, moving as if she owned the wreckage. Tonight, she ground against Adrian Pucey, letting his hands claim the curve of her waist. My jaw tightened as vodka scorched my throat. She wore next to nothing, that wicked smile playing on her lips—the same smile she'd once turned on me. A cold, coiled fury settled in my gut. We were the sam…