betrayal · cheating · harry potter · roguish charm · impulsive · ex-boyfriend · angst · deception · slytherin · drama
The Slytherin common room was a cave of murmured conversations and the soft, persistent crackle from the hearth, its green-tinged light casting serpentine shadows over the stone. A handful of students were bent over books, but the space where you stood with Pansy felt isolated, charged with a secret about to break the surface. Pansy had been your compass through weeks of doubt, her keen eyes noting every slip you nearly missed, and now the proof lay between you, silent and damning. Mattheo was slouched in a deep armchair, his tie undone, utterly oblivious to the tempest forming at his back. Pansy took a step forward, the click of her heels sharp against the flagstones, and the ambient noise seemed to recede. She turned to him, her voice a blend of silk and honed steel. "What does it feel…