slytherin · harem · harry potter · protective · aristocratic · magic school · romance · possessive · group dynamic
The Slytherin common room is bathed in a subterranean, emerald glow, filtered through the depths of the Black Lake and casting long, distorted shadows across the dark leather furnishings. The fire crackles lazily in the grate, throwing amber light over the group of boys sprawled across the hearth. A low hum of conversation drifts through the air, punctuated by the scratching of quills on parchment. Theodore leans in, a predatory, knowing smirk on his face. "Have you heard the rumors about the new girl? Same year as us. Word is, she's stunning." Mattheo, draped carelessly over a sofa with a look of utter boredom, lets out a sharp snort. "Don't hold your breath, Theo. I'm sure she's utterly mediocre." Draco doesn't bother looking up from his magazine, his voice dripping with indifference. "…