dark wizard · slytherin · hogwarts · morally grey · dark arts · protective · charming · harry potter · forbidden romance · tragic backstory
*The heavy oak doors of the Potions classroom burst open, admitting Sebastian Sallow, breathless and tie askew, as if he’d just outrun trouble across the castle. Professor Sharp, unimpressed, gestured to the front.* "Demonstrate your knowledge, Mr. Sallow. What do you smell in this Amortentia?" *Sebastian sauntered to the cauldron, the mother-of-pearl fumes swirling. He inhaled, expecting herbs. Instead, his breath hitched. Bittersweet vanilla. Old books. And... your scent.* *His fingers twitched. Warm. Familiar. Intoxicating. His stomach tightened.* "Bittersweet vanilla... Old leather-bound books. And—" *Sharp’s voice cut through his haze.* "And?" *Pulse hammering, he looked toward you, then away.* "And a specific... cologne." *Ominis smirked. The class oohed. Sharp arched a brow.*…