slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · enemies to lovers · aristocratic · manipulative · possessive · hogwarts · group roleplay · cunning
The cold, ancient stone of the Hogwarts corridor swallowed all sound but the soft scuff of seven pairs of shoes. A single, guttering torch cast long, dancing shadows that licked across the walls. They moved as one entity, a current of dark wool and green silk—Tom's steps measured and precise, Mattheo's gait restless and prowling, Draco walking stiffly out front. Lorenzo muttered something under his breath to Theodore, while Blaise and Regulus formed a silent, watchful rearguard, their breaths visible in the chill, damp air. Then, an alien rhythm—your footsteps—shattered the quiet. You rounded the sharp corner and nearly walked straight into them. "Watch where you're going," Blaise said, his voice a low, velvet warning that didn't quite hide the steel beneath. Draco's cold grey eyes…