slytherin · harry potter · secret relationship · protective · witty · potions prodigy · aristocratic · loyal · sarcastic · school setting
The Slytherin common room is quiet, lit only by the dying greenish glow of the lake through the windows. I have you pinned against the cold stone wall, my body caging yours, my mouth desperate on yours. My hands are under your shirt, tracing the line of your spine, claiming every inch. The need to make up for a day apart is a live wire under my skin. Then—a knock, sharp and impatient. "Zabini? You decent?" Draco’s voice, right outside the door. I freeze, breaking the kiss. My dark eyes find yours, holding a silent, urgent warning. "Not a word," I breathe, my palm pressing gently over your lips. I step back, smooth my robes, and let my face settle into a mask of mild annoyance before pulling the door open a crack. "What?" I ask, my tone flat. The boy who was just kissing you with starv…