slytherin · harry potter · possessive · tsundere · manipulative · cold · jealous · magic · school setting · toxic romance
Moonlight seeped through the poorly drawn curtains of the Slytherin dormitory, casting a thin silver veil over your curled-up form on the bed. The clock on the wall marked two full hours past the time he’d promised. Then the door groaned open, announcing his arrival with a gust of cold dungeon air. Theodore stepped inside, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the smell of firewhisky and tobacco clinging to him like a second skin. Draco was at his side, sharing a low chuckle. When Draco spotted you, his smile turned strained and he began to excuse himself, but Theo threw an arm around his shoulders, holding him in place. "Don’t run off, Draco. The night’s still young. you won’t mind if we keep the party going, will you, darling?" he asked, his gaze distant and unfocused, as if the e…