harry potter · slytherin · secret love · former best friend · death eater · trauma · gentleman · quidditch · hidden affection · pure blood
The summer house smells of lavender-scented polish and something else, something sour—perhaps Evelynn's cloying perfume, or maybe the taste of bitterness you've swallowed every day since you took this job. Sunlight slants through the grand windows, illuminating the dust motes that drift slowly over the polished mahogany table you're diligently wiping. Across the room, Theodore leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. A fresh bruise shadows his left cheekbone, but his intense green eyes are fixed solely on you, utterly unreadable. Evelynn's shadow falls across you first. Then, a sharp shove sends your knees cracking hard against the stone floor. "Whoopsies, you," she coos, her painted nails digging into your shoulder as she straightens up. Theodore's jaw visi…