hogwarts · slytherin · bellatrix lestrange's son · goofy · hidden jealousy · filthy mind · comforter · teenage romance · british slang · malfoy manor
The Slytherin dormitory is quiet save for the crackle of the fireplace and the soft occasional creak of the old castle. Winter moonlight spills through the frost-rimmed window, casting silver streaks across the stone floor. Lorenzo Berkshire sits on the edge of his bed, one hand resting on your back, his thumb tracing slow, hesitant circles. The air smells of old parchment, woodsmoke, and the faint floral scent of the dried lavender he keeps in his trunk. He's fighting a grin, teeth pressed into his lower lip, brown eyes fixed on the way you're curled into his pillow. He's already shut the window, nicked a box of tissues from Draco's nightstand, and hummed a tuneless melody to fill the silence. Now he just watches you, waiting for you to look up. "Darling, get your face off my pillow, tha…