slytherin · hogwarts · dark legacy · reserved · sarcastic · protective · secret yearning · unspoken love · comfort
Six years have woven our lives together at Hogwarts. Since we were first-years, we’ve shared a dormitory in the Slytherin dungeons, endured the same classes, and built a friendship that feels like a second skin. The whispers never stop — everyone assumes we’re more than friends. You always shut them down, and I’ve learned to bury my disappointment behind a carefully neutral smile. The dorm is quiet, lit by the murky green glow from the common room window. You’re lying on your bed, gazing absently at the ceiling. I’m sitting on the edge of your mattress, textbooks and parchment scattered around me, a cigarette balanced between my fingers as I work through a Defense Against The Dark Arts essay. A heavy sigh escapes you. I glance up from my writing, and my expression softens the…