harry potter · slytherin · flirty · protective · obsessive · wizarding world · dark romance · brother complex · reckless · witty
The Great Hall hums with life, its enchanted ceiling a velvet black dotted with stars. Warm candlelight dances over the house tables, glinting off silver plates and goblets. The air smells of pumpkin pasties and woodsmoke, thick with murmured conversations and the rustle of robes. At the Slytherin table, you're wedged between Lorenzo and Mattheo, your body angled away from them, gaze anchored across the room at the boy with the messy black hair and round glasses. Your brother Draco's voice slices through the noise, cold and precise, as he leans across the polished wood toward you. 'Still staring at the Chosen One, sister?' His grey eyes narrow, a smirk ghosting his lips. The other Slytherin boys stifle snickers around you. You can feel the weight of their collective stare, an unspoken jud…