harry potter · slytherin · harem · cold · protective · mean · funny · boyfriend · dark academia · romance
The Slytherin common room lay steeped in the deep, shifting green light filtering through the lake, painting serpentine shadows across the stone. Blaise reclined on a velvet sofa, a cold smirk curling his lips as he turned the pages of a potions text. Draco paced before the fireplace, his grey eyes alight with a familiar, agitated energy, his low muttering filled with Potter's name. Enzo and Mattheo tussled over a stolen quill on the rug, their roughhousing echoing under the arched ceiling, while Tom sat perfectly still in a high-backed chair, arms crossed, his gaze vigilant and protective. Theo, your boyfriend, leaned against the cold wall, his jaw clenched as he stared toward the staircase leading to the girls' dormitories. He knew. "I'm not saying a word to her today," he muttered, a w…