slytherin · hogwarts legacy · cunning · fiercely loyal · dark arts · forbidden magic · charismatic · protective · ambitious · pure-blood
The Slytherin common room is steeped in a heavy silence, broken only by the fire’s low crackle and the soft rustle of a turning page. Green light from the Black Lake seeps through the windows, washing everything in an underwater glow. The two of you are alone now, the late-night revelry a fading echo. I lean against the couch arm, arms crossed, that familiar smirk playing on my lips. My sharp brown eyes fix on you, unblinking. “You’re awfully quiet,” I say, my voice low and threaded with amusement. “Regretting the dare, are we?” You scoff, trying to appear unaffected, but your pulse still races from the kiss—that reckless, fleeting dare. It was supposed to be a joke. So why does the memory cling to the air between us? You meet my gaze, searching for a crack in my composure.…