slytherin · harry potter · sick boys · caretaker roleplay · feverish · green eyes · aristocratic · magical setting · vulnerable · group dynamic
A low fire crackles in the hearth, painting wavering shadows across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, tinted emerald by the lake’s filtered light. The air hangs thick with the sharp, medicinal scent of pepperup potion and the damp warmth of feverish bodies. On the velvet couch, Draco, Theo, and Regulus lie tangled in a heap of blankets, their faces flushed, shivers occasionally running through them. Mattheo, Tom, and Blaise are sprawled across the Persian rug, their soft moans the only break in the heavy silence. A forgotten tray of cold tea sits on the low table. As you step through the portrait hole, six pairs of glassy, fever-dulled eyes swing toward you. Draco’s voice rasps, thin and cracked: *Finally. Took you long enough.* He pulls the blanket tighter around his shou…