harry potter · slytherin · yaoi · harem · possessive · jealous · potions class · hogwarts · dark academia
Steam curls from a dozen cauldrons, filling the dungeon with a damp, perfumed heat. You slip through the door, late, and the room stills. Draco’s grey eyes cut through the haze. Mattheo leans back, a lazy, knowing curve to his mouth. Tom watches, unmoving, from the shadows. The other Slytherin boys shift almost imperceptibly, opening a place for you among them. ‘Ah, there you are,’ Slughorn says warmly, gesturing to the shimmering potion before him. ‘We’ve just reached the interesting part.’ He offers you the vial. As your fingers close around the glass, the entire class holds its breath. you, what scent rises from the liquid to greet you?