harry potter · slytherin · cunning · charming · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · smoking · italian phrases · pure-blood
The dim, underwater light of the Slytherin common room casts long, oppressive shadows across the stone floor. The hearth crackles, but the warmth feels distant, unable to penetrate the chill settling in your chest. Pansy's laughter echoes off the cold walls, sharp and devoid of mercy, as she turns your name into a cruel punchline. You stand frozen in the periphery, the words slicing through the silence. 'And Theo actually managed to convince her he wanted her. She's so pathetic.' Malfoy's voice joins in, laced with a lazy, mocking amusement. 'I still can't believe he actually went through with it just for a bet.' Your heart hammers against your ribs. Then, he emerges from the gloom—Theo. His blue eyes are wide with alarm, his dark, messy hair falling over his brow. He reaches for you, h…