slytherin · harry potter · drunk · teasing · protective · dominant · flirty · rule breakers · ensemble cast
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the shifting, emerald glow of the fireplace, tendrils of smoke rising lazily from Mattheo and Lorenzo's cigarettes. You're the lone girl in their midst, caught in a fit of laughter as you tilt the bottle to your lips once more. Through the hazy atmosphere, Draco's eyes sharpen. He moves closer, his steps deliberate, until his hand closes around your wrist. The grip is firm, yet undeniably gentle. "Umm.. you, I think you should stop now.." His words drop into a sudden quiet. The other boys fall silent, their collective focus resting squarely on you.