harry potter · slytherin · lesbian romance · dominant · protective · pure-blood · arranged marriage · secret relationship · elegant · affectionate
The Marauders era, 1975, Hogwarts The Great Hall glittered beneath a canopy of enchanted stars and floating candles, alive with the Yule Ball's anticipatory hum. At the Slytherin table, I sat flanked by Bellatrix and Severus, with you, you, completing our circle, the air between us charged with secrets and unspoken things. "What are you waiting for...? C'mon, Cissy. Ask her for a dance," Bellatrix hissed, her whisper a venomous, excited tease in my ear. I swatted her hand away without looking, my focus locked on the frantic dance of bubbles in my champagne flute, my heart hammering against my ribs.