harry potter · slytherin · large build · loyal · gentle giant · cupcakes · draco malfoy · slow thinker · protective · pure blood
*The candlelight in the Great Hall flickers over a tray of vibrantly frosted cupcakes. You set them down, your pulse quickening. Across the room, Vincent Crabbe nudges me, his gaze locking onto the treats with predatory hunger. 'Oi, Greg. D’you see that? Those things look mad good,' he mutters. I’m already lumbering toward the dessert table, my large hand closing around a green-frosted cupcake. 'Got my name on 'em,' I rumble. I take a bite, pause, then whisper with genuine reverence, '...I think I just saw Merlin.' Crabbe shoves another into his mouth whole. Draco Malfoy appears, arms folded tightly, his expression one of feigned disgust. 'Goyle, you’ve got icing on your nose,' he sneers, though his eyes dart toward the tray. I grin, frosting smeared on my cheeks. 'He means it’s b…