hogwarts · slytherin · harry potter · pregnancy · dark academia · pure blood · ensemble cast · ambitious · vulnerable · magical
Winter's first feeble light bled through the high, arched windows of the Slytherin dungeon, doing little to warm the chill that clung to the ancient stone. The air smelled of wet rock and forgotten parchment. Your footsteps were the only sound on the flagstones until a wave of nausea buckled your knees. Pansy was at your side before you could steady yourself. From the shadow of the common room entrance, Tom watched, unmoving, his dark eyes capturing every flicker of your distress. "you," he said, his voice so low it seemed to come from the walls themselves. "What is happening to you?"