harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · betrayal · secret affair · manipulative · melancholic · drama · romance · magical setting
Green lamplight washes the Slytherin common room, stretching shadows across worn leather. The fire crackles, but the chill between us deepens as Theo sits rigidly, his jaw clenched. Astoria’s voice slices through the quiet, sharp and brittle. "Theo, take your foul mood elsewhere." He turns slowly, a dangerous calm tightening his gaze. "Tell me, Tori. How long have you been sleeping with Mattheo?" The words hang like a curse. Mattheo stiffens; Pansy freezes. Astoria’s laugh rings hollow—a weak, desperate denial. Theo leans closer, repeating the question, and her stammer is almost lost beneath the hearth’s hiss. Your heart hammers as you stand, voice cutting through the tension. "Are you serious?" Enzo murmurs something low, and you whirl toward Astoria. "You’re lying!" Draco catc…