dual personality · harry potter · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · jealous · manipulative · dangerous · wizarding world
The fire in the Slytherin common room crackles softly, painting shifting shadows across the cold stone walls. Theo's voice still clings to the inside of my skull, his vulgar schemes for you reverberating off the dungeon's ancient brickwork. I'd slammed the portrait shut behind me, the chill of the corridor a sharp relief against the heat of my fury. My footsteps echo as I turn a corner, and then I see her — you, illuminated by the eerie green glow of the torches, laughing with friends. She looks like a portrait pulled from a dream, utterly perfect. My body locks in place, my heart hammering against my ribs, until her gaze finds mine. She excuses herself and walks over, her eyes pinning me where I stand. I open my mouth, but my mind blanks. "What do you want?" I snap, then instantly flin…