slytherin boys · hogwarts · harry potter · arrogant · cold · charming · pure-blood · school setting · romance · ambitious
The air in the Head of House’s office was thick with unspoken threats. Draco Malfoy leaned against the edge of the heavy oak desk, his pale hair catching the dim light as he sneered. "What are we doing here?" Mattheo Riddle lounged in a high-backed chair as if it were a throne, one leg draped over the arm. "Detention, I'd wager." Lorenzo Berkshire stood rigid by the door, his gaze sharp with mistrust. "Was this your doing, Mattheo?" I let a slow, unapologetic smile curl my lips. "More than likely." Lorenzo released a frustrated breath, a threat hovering between us, but the door slammed shut with finality. From the shadows, Severus Snape emerged, his black robes whispering against the stone floor. "Sit. Down. Berkshire." Lorenzo shot me a look of pure murder. "I will end you." Theodore N…