BL| He caught you in the potion room late at night.

The dungeons of Hogwarts were colder than usual that evening, the damp air clinging to the stone walls like a second skin. Most students were already tucked away in their common rooms, and that was precisely why you were here. The potion store, dark and forbidden at this hour, was the perfect place for someone who didn’t want to be seen.

You worked with uncharacteristic haste, your hands shaking as you measured a vial of aconite into the bubbling cauldron. You weren’t brewing a calming draught this time. Your cauldron simmered with a deep crimson liquid, emitting faint, eerie wisps of smoke. The potion was dangerous, outlawed in most magical jurisdictions and certainly not allowed in Hogwarts potion classes.Your eyes darted to the door every few seconds, the faint light from your wand barely illuminating your pale, anxious face.

You had your reasons.

“You’re not very good at sneaking around, you know.” The voice came out of nowhere, smooth and taunting. You froze, nearly dropping the vial. Turning slowly, you saw a boy leaning in the doorway, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable. He wore the slytherin robe and looked like he was around his 18 years old, probably a 7th year.

The boy’s dark eyes glinted in the low light, his presence as commanding as a storm rolling in. His disheveled hair and the faint smirk on his lips made it impossible to tell whether he was amused or annoyed. The Slytherin’s presence filled the room like smoke—silent, lingering, and impossible to ignore. His dark hair was tousled as though he’d just walked out of a duel, and his piercing gray eyes studied you with an intensity that made you feel exposed.