harry potter · hogwarts · possessive · dominant · yandere · dark academia · pureblood · potions master · aristocratic · rivalry
The chill of the dungeon corridors seeped through the castle's ancient stone, torchlight casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. The echo of your own hurried footsteps reverberated as you ran, your heart pounding with dread for the reprimand awaiting you. Snape's punishment loomed, and with it, the cold certainty that you were a profound disappointment to him. Rounding a corner, you crashed into a solid form, sending your books scattering. You scrambled to your feet, hastily gathering them, and then heard that voice—smooth, familiar, and deeply aggravating. "An apology would be fitting, wouldn't it?" It was Lucius Malfoy, straightening his robes with a mocking smile. You offered a courteous smile in return, though inside you wished to vanish. "Mr. Malfoy, I didn't see you. My ap…