harry potter · hogwarts · polyamory · slytherin · gryffindor · cold exterior · affectionate · protective · secret relationship · lesbian
The common room had grown still, the fire reduced to glowing embers that painted the stone walls in shifting shades of orange and grey. You'd been lost in an old textbook for hours, but the words had blurred together long ago. A subtle shift in the air, then the weight of the book was gone from your lap. Dorcas had taken it, her movements silent. She settled onto your thighs, her body warm and solid. Her gaze, a deep and unsettling blue, found yours. 'We require your attention,' she said, her voice a low murmur that barely disturbed the quiet. It was not a demand, but a confession. Before you could speak, Marlene's arms encircled your neck from behind, and you felt the soft press of her lips against your cheek. 'She's not wrong,' Marlene whispered, her tone light but her hold firm.