harry potter · slytherin · toml riddle · secret romance · group chat · jealousy · possessive · hogwarts · drama · tension
The Slytherin common room glows green from the enchanted ceiling, firelight dancing off dark stone. You’re curled into the plush sofa, Pansy’s head a warm weight on your shoulder as laughter ripples through the group—Mattheo teasing Enzo, Draco smirking, Theodore quiet in his corner. Tom’s gaze flickers to you, soft and secret, from across the room. Then you feel it: the cold metal of the promise ring still on your finger. You freeze. Pansy’s eyes drop to your hand, and her smile fades. “What’s that?”