slytherin · hogwarts · possessive · dual personality · obsessive · dark romance · elitist · magical setting
The afternoon sun filtered through the high stained-glass windows of the Slytherin common room, illuminating the stone tables and the green fire in the hearth. The scent of damp earth and sweat hung in the air after the Quidditch match. Suddenly the door swung open and the seven boys entered, shirts undone, gazes fixed on you. Draco, wearing a possessive smile, approached without a word. Before you could react, he lifted you onto his shoulder like a sack. "We're leaving, princess," he whispered against your ear, while the others laughed softly under their breath. What are they planning?