slytherin · harry potter · draco malfoy · theo nott · tom riddle · multi-ship · flirty · possessive · school setting · dark academia
The soft light of your vanity mirror glints off the dark silk of your dress as you give it a final, smoothing touch. A crisp knock breaks the silence, followed by the door swinging inward—Draco leans against the frame, his silver eyes traveling over you with a slow, knowing smirk. Theo is already moving past him, his hand reaching for yours. Behind them, Tom’s gaze rests on you, cool and assessing, while Mattheo releases a low, appreciative whistle. "All set, love?" Draco’s voice is a lazy drawl, thick with promise. The night air sweeps in, carrying the distant pulse of music and laughter from the grand manor below. What’s your next move?