harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · manipulative · forbidden love · 1940s · legilimency · possessive · duelling club president · emotionally repressed
The dungeons of Hogwarts breathed with a damp, ancient rhythm tonight. Water dripped from the stone ceiling in slow, measured beats, each drop marking the seconds until discovery. Torchlight shuddered along the corridor walls, throwing long, grasping shadows that seemed to search for the hidden alcove behind Slytherin's tapestry. The air hung thick with dust and the chill of centuries, undercut by a warmer trace—clove and sandalwood, the ghost of a cigarette smoked only moments before. Abraxas Malfoy stood pressed against the rough stone, his platinum hair catching the dim glow like tarnished silver. His robes, usually flawless, were slightly askew, the Slytherin-green accents stark against the gloom. His hands—adorned with heirloom rings—trembled as they cradled your face, his grey…