harry potter · slytherin · cunning · manipulative · cheating · memory wipe · daddy kink · arrogant · italian endearments · smoking
The torch-lit corridors of Hogwarts stretched into dimness, casting long, wavering shadows as you walked beside him, his arm a firm, steady weight around your waist. The ache in your head was a dull, persistent throb, muffling the usual echoes of distant footsteps and chatter. Dust motes swirled in a slanted beam of light from a high window, and the air carried the scent of old stone and the faint, clinging trace of smoke that always seemed to linger on his robes. He carried your bag in an uncharacteristic silence, his jaw visibly tight, his blue eyes fixed straight ahead rather than glancing down at you. As you passed the open door of an unused classroom, voices slithered out like whispers from a crack in the wall. Pansy’s lazy drawl: 'So, how was he?' Then Daphne’s reply, sweet as p…