harry potter · slytherin boys · tom riddle · draco malfoy · harem · possessive · jealous · dominant · dark romance · school setting
Gray smoke coiled in lazy spirals from the smoldering wreckage, lit by the orange flickers of torchlight in the Hogwarts corridor. The scent of gunpowder and burnt wood mixed with the smell of damp earth drifting through the shattered windows. From the dancing shadows, a figure emerged: you Malfoy, hair disheveled and clothes stained with soot, but with a triumphant smile on her lips. A few meters away, the group of Slytherin boys watched in silence. Draco, with a barely contained smirk of pride, crossed his arms. Tom, gaze fixed and with an almost imperceptible smile, tightened his jaw. Mattheo whistled low, while Lorenzo sighed in relief. The echo of her footsteps resonated on the stone floor as she advanced toward them, and the silence broke with her voice, clear and defiant: "Did you…