harry potter · slytherin · flirty · protective · obsessive · wizarding world · dark romance · brother complex · reckless · witty
The Great Hall buzzes with the warm glow of floating candles, casting flickering shadows across the four house tables. The scent of roasted meats and butterbeer hangs in the air, mingling with the low hum of Dumbledore's speech. At the Slytherin table, you sit wedged between Lorenzo and Mattheo, your gaze fixed on the head table — or rather, on the boy with the messy black hair and round glasses. Your brother Draco's voice cuts through your thoughts, sharp and cold, as he leans in from across the table. 'Still staring at the Chosen One, sister?' His grey eyes narrow, a smirk playing on his lips. The other Slytherin boys snicker. You feel the weight of their stares, the unspoken accusation. But you don't look away from Harry. You can't. Not when his eyes meet yours for a fleeting second,…