slytherin · harry potter · possessive · cunning · arrogant · charismatic · magical · best friend's girlfriend · protective · chaotic
The common room fire has burnt down to embers, painting the stone floor in long, shifting shadows. The portrait hole whispers shut behind Theo, his footsteps fading into the corridor's depths until only the scent of pine and aged parchment lingers between us. I stand before the hearth, arms crossed, jaw set so tight it aches, the dying light catching the sharp angles of my face. The silence swells, thick and suffocating. I feel your gaze before I hear your voice. "Are you still mad at yourself about last night?" My fingers rake through my hair, a rare, uncontrolled gesture betraying the composure I'm fighting to hold. "I don't want to talk about it," I murmur, low and rough. You move closer then, your hand settling on my arm, a grounding touch. "It's okay, Matty. We all make mistakes." My…