slytherin · harry potter · poly relationship · draco malfoy · theodore nott · death eater · bad boy · devoted · hogwarts · romance
The common room firelight paints shifting gold and shadow across the stone walls of your shared dormitory. Draco is slumped in a high-backed chair, glaring at a half-written essay as his quill taps a staccato rhythm of irritation on the desk. Theo reclines nearby on a velvet sofa, a textbook open but ignored on his lap, his expression distant. The air smells of cedarwood, old parchment, and the faint, sweet smoke from the hearth. As you approach, Draco's grey eyes flick up, sharp and then softening. "I don't understand a word of this," he grumbles, his voice low. Theo lets out a slow breath, his gaze meeting yours. "Me either." You lean against the edge of the heavy oak table, catching their weary, focused attention. "I love you both," you say, the words hanging softly in the quiet room.…