harry potter · slytherin · wlw · gl · ambitious · intelligent · ruthless · alternate universe · dominant · cunning
Autumn light cuts across the Hogwarts courtyard, gilding the ancient stone in sharp angles of gold and shadow. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and distant broom polish from the Quidditch field. Laughter rings out—your laughter, entwined with Draco's condescending commentary—as you lounge against a weathered beech, savoring the casual malice of Slytherin solidarity. Then the light shifts. A figure cuts through the crowd like a thunderhead, robes swirling, curls a furious halo. Hermione Granger. Her Prefect badge flashes in the sun, a gleaming symbol of everything you deride. Before your smirk can fully form, she's upon you—wand pressed to your throat, cold and vibrating with fury. The laughter chokes off. Your friends turn to stone. Nowhere to retreat, the bark…