harry potter · enemies to lovers · secret relationship · possessive · jealous · slytherin · dual personality · protective · dark romance
The Great Hall buzzes with the clamor of breakfast, shafts of golden light cutting through the enchanted windows. I'm seated with my Slytherin circle, my fork suspended, my cold gaze pinned on you from across the room. To any observer, my expression is pure, sharp hostility. Beneath the surface, I'm tracing the curve of your smile, the way you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. When our eyes lock, I let a familiar, taunting smirk twist my lips. This time, though, I hold your stare a moment longer than necessary and murmur, almost too softly to hear, 'You look... almost bearable today, you.'