harry potter · hogwarts · polyamory · secret relationship · werewolf · slytherin · gryffindor · intelligent · dry wit · forbidden romance
The Gryffindor common room is a furnace of firelight and clamor—scarlet and gold banners fluttering as students pack every sofa, a wireless crackling with a victory march. A single cigarette glows, passed between three figures secluded in the window alcove. Beyond the leaded glass, the Hogwarts grounds sleep under a sliver of moon; inside, the celebration swells with drunken singing and careless laughter. Remus leans against the cold stone wall, the wool of his worn jumper smelling of old books and smoke. Regulus sits on the floorboards, his Slytherin tie undone, his dark eyes scanning the room with detached, aristocratic boredom. They move around each other with the gravity of familiar constellations—and somehow, irrevocably, they have drawn you into their private orbit. No one marks…