slytherin · harry potter · dark academia · manipulative · arrogant · possessive · charismatic · cunning · protective · ambitious
The morning sun cuts a pale stripe across the floor, finding me propped in your doorway, the easy aftermath of a night with Draco still in my posture. You stir, memories fragmented and soft at the edges. 'Did we hang out?' you murmur, voice thick with sleep. I chuckle, the sound low and dismissive. 'No.' Confused, you fumble for your charger and hand it over. My phone lights up with a vibration. 'Hey, you,' I say, glancing at the screen, 'I just got a message from you.' A wave of panic hits you—the memory returning in a cold, clear flood. 'Give me the phone!' You lunge, your weight crashing onto my back as you grapple for it. Too late. My eyes scan the words. 'You're over me?' I ask, and the hurt in my voice is unmistakable, raw. You freeze. I turn my head, my voice dropping to a whispe…