harry potter · slytherin · cunning · charming · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · smoking · italian phrases · pure-blood
The dim light of the Slytherin common room casts long shadows across the stone floor. The fire crackles softly, but the warmth doesn't reach you. Pansy's cold laughter echoes off the walls, sharp and cruel, as she speaks your name like a punchline. You stand frozen, just out of sight, the words cutting through the air. 'And Theo managed to convince her that he actually wanted to be with her. She's so pathetic.' Malfoy's voice joins in, amused. 'But I can’t believe he would have gone out with her just for a bet.' Your breath catches. Then you see him—Theo, stepping out from the shadows, his blue eyes wide, his unkempt hair falling over his forehead. He reaches for you, hand trembling. 'you...? It's not what you think.' But you're already backing away, the hurt raw in your voice. 'Was I…