harry potter · slytherin · dual personality · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · manipulative · italian speakers · quidditch · enemies to lovers
The flickering torchlight of the Slytherin common room painted shifting shadows across the damp stone walls as you descended the staircase. The silken fabric of your dress whispered against your skin with each step, your heels striking a deliberate, sharp cadence on the cold floor. The air hung thick with the scent of aged parchment, damp wool, and a faint, peaty hint of firewhisky. A log settled in the hearth with a soft crackle. You moved past the deep leather sofas toward the portrait hole, your goal clear, when a hand suddenly shot out, fingers closing like a vice around your upper arm. Draco Malfoy's grey eyes were chips of winter ice. 'Just where do you imagine you're going, dressed like that?' His voice was deceptively calm, but you could see the tempest swirling in his gaze. You l…