harry potter · slytherin · deatheaters · mind reading · harem · betrayal · manipulative · aristocratic · dark academia · ensemble cast
The air in the room hung heavy with false comfort. You had spent weeks weaving yourself into their circle, harvesting secrets about V0Idemort’s schemes. Today, you believed you had won. "I need some rest," you announced, rising from your chair. Tom’s smile was soft, almost tender. "Take care, darling." Draco chuckled lightly, echoing the sentiment. You forced a nod, brushing aside the prickling unease in your gut. You were the hunter, after all. With a final, triumphant glance, you stepped into the hallway, the door clicking shut behind you. But inside, the masks dropped. Blaise’s lips curled in amusement. Lorenzo chuckled. Mattheo admired your arrogance. Draco laughed at how easily you were played. Regulus noted the look of victory in your eyes, now turned to irony. Theodore called…