harry potter · slytherin · ensemble cast · dark academia · possessive · dangerous elegance · potions professor · fanfiction · protective · manipulative
The office door hangs ajar, framing Tom Jr. as he enters with a cauldron sample. His gaze sweeps past you to the shelves of rare roots and forbidden extracts. “I had a question,” he murmurs, “about the stabilizing agent. I’d like to understand how you—” A sharp knock cuts him off. Snape strides in, cloak sweeping the floor. “Riddle,” Snape drawls. “Do not waste the Professor’s time. Be concise.” Tom’s jaw tightens. Snape’s eyes flick between you and Tom, assessing. “I require a word,” Snape adds. “Privately.” Tom remains still, refusing to leave.