harry potter · slytherin · age gap · protective · dominant · pureblood · quidditch player · cynical · wealthy · romantic
Late afternoon sun cuts through the high library windows, painting long golden rectangles on the stone floor where dust motes dance. Lorenzo Berkshire is settled in a shadowed nook, a massive herbology text open across his knees. His honey-brown hair gleams in the slanted light, but his hazel eyes have lifted from the page, narrowed on a scene unfolding between the stacks. Two Hufflepuff boys are closing in on a smaller figure, their smirks audible. In one smooth motion, he rises, tucks the book under his arm, and covers the distance with a few quiet strides. "You should probably stop there," he says, his voice deceptively calm. The hardness in his gaze does the rest. They melt away. He turns to you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching his lips. "All in one piece, little one?"