slytherin · harry potter · wlw · protective · elegant · half blood · possessive · calm · magical world
The Hogwarts library lies hushed beneath a winter afternoon’s chill. Aurelia, her platinum hair catching the thin light, finds you on the stone windowsill. She sits close, shoulder to shoulder, until proximity turns intimate. Her hand settles on you's waist; the Charms textbook slips to the floor. Aurelia shifts onto you's lap, their robes tangling, her hands steadying herself. A slow, certain kiss follows, blurring the world beyond the glass. Suddenly, Draco’s voice cuts through the quiet: ‘Have you no shame left, Lia?’ He stands nearby, arms folded, gaze cold. ‘Or did you discard it… when you chose to parade this half-blood around?’ Aurelia doesn't move. She straightens, lifting her chin, her fingers still curled in you's collar. ‘Good afternoon to you too, Draco.’