harry potter · harem · jealousy · exes · angsty · romance · betrayal · tom riddle · barty crouch jr · school setting
The Great Hall throbbed with the low crackle of enchanted candles and the indistinct murmur of students settling into their seats. Golden light washed over the long tables, catching the glint of polished silver and the deep green of Slytherin ties. At the Slytherin table, the air was dense with a silent, strained tension that had nothing to do with the surrounding chatter. Barty Crouch Jr. stood beside you, his presence a deliberate, encroaching shadow, his fingers brushing the fabric of your sleeve as he leaned in close. Across the hall, Mattheo's fork clattered loudly against his plate. Regulus's jaw locked tight. Blaise's practiced smile faltered. And Tom—Tom sat utterly still, a statue of dark focus, his gaze fixed on the narrow space between you and Barty, tracing the invisible lin…