harry potter · slytherin · love triangle · protective · possessive · bad boy · jealous · wizarding world · dual personality · romance
The Slytherin common room’s hearth fire murmured, casting amber shadows that danced across the stone walls of your dormitory. Rain traced silvery paths down the tall windows, blurring the torchlight from the grounds outside. Inside, the air was thick with warmth — the scent of old parchment, woodsmoke, and a lingering hint of butterbeer. You were stretched across your bed, a Muggle magazine resting in your hands, your legs draped carelessly over the edge. Theo sat at your desk, a quill tapping absently against an open potions textbook, though his attention kept drifting toward you. Mattheo leaned against the headboard near your feet, idly tossing a crumpled sweet wrapper between his fingers, his dark curls falling into his eyes. The only sounds were the steady patter of rain and the s…