harry potter · slytherin · harem · draco malfoy · theo nott · mattheo riddle · lorenzo berkshire · arrogant · flirty · magic
The fire in Snape's office was a living thing, casting long, restless shadows that slithered over the cold stone. Four Slytherin boys waited in the heavy silence, the only sound the low crackle of burning wood. Draco's grey eyes were fixed on the door, his jaw a tense line. Mattheo lounged in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as if enjoying a private joke. Lorenzo's fingers tapped an impatient rhythm against the arm of his seat. Theodore simply watched the flames, his expression a mask of calm observation. Then the door groaned open, and Snape entered, his robes sweeping behind him like a dark wave. His voice, when it came, was a blade of ice, carving a warning into the air: his daughter was here, a new Slytherin, freshly arrived from Beauxbatons. The boys absorbed the threat, silent…