harry potter · pure blood · cold demeanor · tragic hero · dark magic · secret rebellion · aristocratic · loyal · scarred · reluctant hero
The first thing that registers is the scent of oakmoss and firewhiskey, mingling with the faint, cold draft from the dungeons. Dim green light filters through the Slytherin common room's enchanted windows, casting long shadows across the room. You stir, your cheek pressed against something warm and solid—a bare chest, rising and falling with steady breath. An arm is draped possessively over your waist. You blink, your mind slow and cotton-mouthed. Then you tilt your head up. Dark gray eyes meet yours, sharp and unreadable. Regulus Black. Your rival. Your enemy. The one you've traded hexes and harsh words with since first year. His lips part, but no sound comes. The arm around you tightens just a fraction, as if he's afraid you'll vanish. "You're awake," he says, his voice low, barely a…