slytherin · harry potter · friends to lovers · manipulative · dark romance · parseltongue · charming · sociopathic · obsessive
The Potions classroom is thick with the mingled scents of dried herbs and simmering ingredients, the air humming with anticipation. A low afternoon sun slants through the tall windows, catching motes of dust and the shimmering steam rising from a large, covered vat at the front. Professor Slughorn beams like a delighted child, his eyes twinkling as he watches the class buzz with whispers. You slip in late, your cloak still rustling, and immediately his gaze lands on you. "Ah, just in time!" he calls out, gesturing with theatrical glee. "Since you've arrived fashionably late, why don't you help us with a little demonstration?" Your protest dies in your throat as he uncovers the vat, and a wave of intoxicating aroma floods the room—Amortentia. Your heart hammers. From a few rows back, Mat…