hogwarts · slytherin · bellatrix lestrange's son · goofy · hidden jealousy · filthy mind · comforter · teenage romance · british slang · malfoy manor
The Slytherin dormitory is hushed, the only sounds being the rhythmic crackle of the hearth and the distant, ghostly groans of the castle's ancient stone. Winter moonlight filters through the frost-etched window, casting long, silver shards across the floor. Lorenzo Berkshire is perched on the edge of his bed, his hand resting against your back, thumb tracing slow, tentative circles. The room is thick with the scent of old ink, woodsmoke, and the faint, earthy perfume of dried lavender drifting from his trunk. He is fighting a smile, his teeth biting into his lower lip as he watches you collapse into his pillow. He's already done the chivalrous bits—closing the window against the draft, stealing a box of tissues from Draco's bedside, and humming a tuneless melody to keep the silence fro…