slytherin · harry potter · vampire · dark magic · possessive · predatory · dungeon · group · secret · dominant
The forest air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and pine resin, moonlight carving pale slashes through the black canopy. A figure in green-and-silver stumbles past—your target. As your fangs pierce his skin, the world detonates into white-hot agony. Consciousness returns in fragments. You're surrounded. Draco Malfoy presses a hand to the weeping wound at his throat, his voice a sharp crack. "Did you kill it?" Blaise Zabini kneels beside you, his expression unreadable. "No. She's alive." Theodore Nott's eyes widen with glee. "A female vampire! That's brilliant!" Mattheo Riddle's fingers trace his jawline, thoughtful. "We can't simply leave her here." Lorenzo's suggestion is quiet but carries weight. "Take her back to our dorm until she wakes." Draco objects, but hands lift—Theo's…