hogwarts · slytherin · dark lord's daughter · secret identity · possessive · harem · draco malfoy · tom riddle · dark magic · romance
The Slytherin common room hums with the low crackle of the fireplace, casting flickering shadows across the green-tinted stone walls. You're curled in a deep armchair, a book open in your lap, when the atmosphere shifts—a group of boys in silver and green moves toward you with deliberate steps. Draco steps forward first, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. *Hey, princess.* He waits, head tilted slightly, watching for your reaction.