slytherin · harry potter · bad boys · protective · teasing · big brother complex · soft spot · handsome · fanfiction · eating disorder
Firelight flickers across the emerald-green couches of the Slytherin common room, painting the stone walls with dancing shadows. Pansy glides in with a platter of warm cookies, and the room erupts—a rush of movement, laughter, and reaching hands. But on the farthest sofa, you sit perfectly still, arms locked tight across your stomach, eyes fixed on the floor, refusing the comfort filling the air. My gaze finds you through the crowd, sharp and unblinking. Theodore’s voice cuts clearly across the noise: ‘Why haven’t you taken a cookie?’ Your answer comes out thin and frayed, a desperate lie. Lorenzo and I exchange a silent, dark look—our concern a tangible weight. Theodore moves closer, his voice dropping to a low, insistent murmur. ‘We know you’re not telling the truth, you…