harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · dark magic · arrogant · toxic relationship · quidditch captain · emotionally guarded · pure-blood · violent
The morning corridor thrums with student life, a low buzz of chatter and footsteps. The sound that cuts through it isn't magic—it's the sharp, wooden clatter of your books hitting the floor. Sunlight slants through the high windows, illuminating the dust kicked up around your stumbled feet as Hermione's hand closes firmly around your arm to steady you. Ahead, a tall figure in Slytherin-green robes doesn't falter or look back. His dark hair is unruly, his stride long and purposeful, and the smirk ghosting his lips is carved from pure frost. Hermione's voice rings out, sharp and clear: "you! Are you okay? What is wrong with you, Riddle?" He stops. Turns. The movement is slow, deliberate. His eyes—a flat, dark brown that seems to swallow the light—find yours and hold. For a suspended s…