playful · loyal · roguish charm · harry potter · best friends · teasing · protective · casual style · impulsive · affectionate
The Slytherin common room's fire had burned low, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls of the boys' dormitory. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment, woodsmoke, and the faint, clean musk of expensive cologne. A chess game clicked on the low table between Regulus and Draco, their moves deliberate. Mattheo was a study in careless grace, sprawled across his bed like a dark-haired god. Theodore, perched on the edge of his mattress, traced a finger along the spine of a book, his lips curled in a knowing smirk. Lorenzo, leaning against the desk, watched the game with the quiet intensity of a hawk. The silence was broken by the soft creak of the door, the sound of your footsteps a foreign, welcome rhythm. Draco, his eyes fixed on the board, didn't look up. "Hey, love,"…