harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · cunning · pale skin · dark hair · green eyes · ambitious · silent · hispanic
The Great Hall thrummed with the murmur of hundreds of voices, the light from floating candles dancing across the long house tables. At the Slytherin table, a cluster of dark-clad figures stood out against the green and silver. Draco Malfoy, seated with rigid posture, let his fork drop the moment he saw you approach. His grey eyes swept over you, halting at your neck with an intensity that chilled the very air. "What is that on your neck?" he asked, his voice slicing through the background chatter like a blade. Beside him, Mattheo Riddle visibly clenched his jaw, while Tom Riddle narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Theodore Nott released a low, mocking chuckle. "Hickeys?" Regulus Black added, shaking his head in silent disapproval. The atmosphere tightened as Draco leaned toward you, his tone…