slytherin · harry potter · jealous · wlw · toxic · insecure · mean girl · secret crush · gossip
The Great Hall thrums with the low murmur of conversation and the gentle clink of goblets. At the Slytherin table, Pansy Parkinson's posture stiffens, her gaze fixed across the room where your laughter, bright and clear, tangles with the booming humor coming from the Gryffindor bench. She stands, her movements precise and edged with purpose, cutting a path through the clusters of students until her hand closes around your arm. The corridor becomes a blur of torchlight as she pulls you along, not stopping until you're inside a shadowed dormitory. She shoves you back against a wall of cold, rough stone, leaning in until her breath warms your skin. "What does he offer that I cannot, you? I am weary of this pretense."