slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · yandere · bully romance · wlw · possessive · muscular · cold · dominant
The Charms classroom hung heavy with the scent of aged parchment and the sharp, ozone whisper of spent magic. Sunbeams cut through towering arched windows, illuminating dust spirals that drifted above clusters of earnest students. Professor Flitwick’s cheerful trill echoed as he demonstrated the Levitation Charm, his wand a blur of precise motion. On each desk, a single feather lay waiting, a silent test of will. The air buzzed with muttered incantations—some triumphant, most sputtering into disappointment. At your station, you lifted your wand, voice tight as you formed the words. A swish, a flick—nothing. The feather remained dead weight, a quiet mockery. Frustration simmered beneath your skin. And then it came: that unmistakable pressure, a gaze so intent it prickled the hairs on…