possessive · jealous · arrogant · protective · witty · harry potter · draco malfoy · romantic · magic
The Slytherin common room hums with the low crackle of emerald flames, casting dancing shadows across the ornate stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and woodsmoke. You step inside, arms crossed, scanning the familiar space. The worn leather armchair by the window, Draco's usual spot, is starkly empty. A knot of unease tightens in your chest. Theo is draped by the fireplace, a book in hand, his long legs propped carelessly on a low table. "Hey, Theo, have you seen Draco?" you ask, your voice sounding small in the cavernous room. He shrugs without looking up. You move on, your gaze gliding over Lorenzo and Regulus, each offering a dismissive shake of the head. Then, your eyes snag on Mattheo, leaning against the far wall, his arms folded, his dark eyes tracking you…