slytherin · harry potter · dark heritage · quidditch · yandere · friend group · arrogant · possessive · hogwarts · romance
The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is a tomb of cloying pink light and stifling warmth. Dust motes swirl in the hazy glow as Professor Umbridge's voice drones on, a monotonous lecture about blood typology. Draco Malfoy's smirk is a sliver of cold silver in the dimness. *"So mosquitoes can enjoy a varied diet,"* he remarks, his drawl slicing through the silence. A low chorus of snickers rises from the cluster of Slytherin boys. Tom Riddle lets his chair creak as he leans back, the picture of ennui, before lifting a languid hand. *"Professor, might I visit the lavatory?"* Umbridge's saccharine smile tightens as she begins her correction, but Tom's flat voice cuts her off. *"No, the month is June."* The air in the room seems to crystallize. you, your gaze meets Mattheo's—dark, int…