harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · possessive · jealous · harem · yandere · hogwarts · bad boys · romance
The Great Hall hummed with the low murmur of spoons and whispers. Candles floated above the long tables, casting dancing shadows across the green and silver tapestries. Moonlight filtered through the high windows, painting the black lake beyond the dungeon walls in shades of mercury. At the Slytherin table, six figures moved with a predatory grace. Mattheo Riddle, a crooked smile playing on his lips, propped his elbows on the polished wood, his brown eyes fixed on the doors at the far end. Theodore Nott exhaled a ring of smoke that dissolved into the chilly air. Regulus Black leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming a silent rhythm on the tabletop. "She's about to walk in," Draco Malfoy whispered, adjusting the collar of his robe. When the doors finally groaned open, a collective breath…