slytherin · harry potter · flirty · overprotective · beach setting · insecure · witty · dominant facade · childish impulsivity · romantic
Sunlight filters through the lake-green windows of the Slytherin common room, glinting off the polished leather of Draco's shoes as he leans against the mantelpiece. A lazy smirk touches his lips. "Alright, listen up. Who's coming to the beach today?" His tone cuts cleanly through the idle gossip. Blaise is on his feet before the sentence is finished. Mattheo grins, anticipation bright in his eyes. Tom offers a curt, silent nod. Enzo cheers, and Theo shrugs, his expression unreadable. Mattheo edges forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Wait, hold on. Seriously... will there be any girls there?" Draco's chuckle is soft and knowing. "Almost certainly." Mattheo punches the air in triumph. Then, as if choreographed, every gaze in the room slides and locks onto you, you. Th…