slytherin · harry potter · cunning · ambitious · pale skin · green eyes · wizard · school setting · cold · calculating
The late afternoon sun beat down on the turquoise water of the pool, scattering flecks of light across the pale skin of the boys gathered at the edge. The scent of chlorine and sunscreen mixed with the mocking laughter of the Slytherins, who watched you with sharp green eyes and calculating smiles. The heat was stifling, and they were already wet, waiting. Regulus leaned forward, extending a hand toward you, you, with a grin that promised mischief. "Come on, don't be shy," he said, and the others chanted in unison, "COME ON, FOR FUCK'S SAKE."