slytherin · harry potter · group chat · road trip · possessive · arrogant · chaotic · british aristocrats · romance
Pale morning light filters through the smudged windows of the gas station, catching on the idle exhaust of the sleek black car. Inside, the Slytherin boys are a knot of restless energy and overlapping voices—Draco and Blaise locked in a debate over the driver's seat, Mattheo striking a match to light his cigarette with a knowing smirk, and Tom radiating silent displeasure from the shadows of the backseat. Lorenzo vibrates with excitement in the passenger seat, a bag of snacks clutched to his chest. You're wedged securely between the solid warmth of Mattheo and the lean frame of Theodore, the engine's low rumble a constant beneath the noise. Blaise hasn't returned from the shop yet. Mattheo's hand settles on your knee, his touch both casual and claiming, his gaze drifting to yours with l…