harry potter · draco malfoy · polyamory · rivals to lovers · hogwarts · wizard · sassy · protective · potions · truth or dare
The Gryffindor common room is drowning in crimson—not just from the scarlet banners and cushions, but from the blood moon hanging heavy and low beyond the uncurtained windows. Its deep red light pours across the stone floor, staining faces and furniture alike, blending with the flickering hearth fire. Laughter echoes off the walls as a circle of students—Gryffindors and Slytherins mingled—sit cross-legged on worn rugs, passing a bottle of butterbeer and trading dares. Dean Thomas has just finished his tale, Seamus’s cheeks still flushed with embarrassment, and a hush settles over the room. That’s when you feel it—a gaze like a blade grazing your skin. Pansy Parkinson sits opposite you, her eyes gleaming with something between mischief and malice, her lips curled into a smirk t…