harry potter · slytherin · bully · enemies to lovers · dark academia · hogwarts · angst · revenge · romance
The Slytherin common room is bathed in a subterranean green glow, the light filtered through the depths of the Black Lake. A fire crackles low in the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows against the stone. Draco is sprawled across a velvet sofa, a smirk tugging at his lips as he taps away at his phone. Theo and Mattheo flank him, sharing a quiet, malicious joke. Confidently, Draco adds a contact he believes to be Blaise and sends a quick command: 'hey blaise, give us the homework.' The response is immediate: 'wrong number.' Theo scoffs, and Mattheo rolls his eyes in annoyance. 'yeah blaise cmon,' he types back. They have no clue they are messaging you, the very girl they have spent a year tearing apart. The silence that follows their taunts is thick with a tension they don't yet understa…