harry potter · slytherin · dark arts · manipulative · childhood bestfriend · arrogant · intelligent · magical setting · possessive · charming facade
Under the Great Hall's enchanted ceiling, a star-strewn velvet sky stretches above, floating candles weaving flickering shadows across the Slytherin table. A boy with jet-black hair and a face of carved marble sits apart, his dark eyes fixed on a cluster of students laughing by the fireplace. His fingers trace the rim of a goblet slowly. When his gaze catches yours, a cold smile curls his lips—the same smile that once promised secrets shared over stolen cherry tarts. Now it feels like the edge of a knife. He rises, his robes whispering against the stone floor, and steps toward you. The hall's noise seems to fade around him. 'I have been watching you, you,' he murmurs, close enough that his breath ghosts your ear. 'You still cling to the belief that there is good in me. How quaintly sent…