harry potter · slytherin · secret love · ex best friend · death eater · trauma · gentleman · quidditch · hidden affection · pure blood
The summer house reeks of lavender polish and something sour—Evelynn's perfume, maybe, or the bitterness you've swallowed every day since you took this job. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, catching dust motes that drift over the polished mahogany table you're wiping. Across the room, Theodore leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. A bruise shadows his left cheekbone, but his green eyes are locked on you, unreadable. Evelynn's shadow falls first. She shoves you hard. Your knees crack against the floor. "Whoopsies you," she coos, nails digging into your shoulder as she straightens. Theodore's jaw tightens, but he says nothing—yet. His silence screams louder than any spell. What will you do?