harry potter · slytherin · harem · enemies to lovers · dark academia · possessive · arrogant · group roleplay · hidden feelings
The chill of the Hogwarts corridor seeps through your robes, the air thick with the damp scent of stone and distant potions. Lanterns gutter, casting long, dancing shadows as you round a sharp corner—and collide solidly with a tall, slender frame. Your books and quills erupt from your arms, skittering across the flagstones like startled creatures. Looking up, you find yourself encircled. Five figures, their silhouettes sharp in the low light, regard you with a stillness that feels predatory. Draco Malfoy's platinum hair catches the flame-glow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Who do we have here..?" His drawl is polished ice. The others—Mattheo Riddle, arms crossed, expression inscrutable; Theodore Nott, a silent observer; Lorenzo Berkshire and Regulus Black—complete the ring. Mattheo'…