harry potter · polyamory · secret relationship · draco malfoy sibling · mattheo · theodore nott · hogwarts · romance · hidden affair · slytherin
The Slytherin common room is submerged in a deep emerald gloom, the firelight throwing restless shadows that twist like whispered secrets across the ancient stone. A log shifts in the grate with a soft crackle, and the air holds the scent of damp wool and aging parchment. Draco paces the worn rug before the hearth, his silver-blond hair catching the flickering light as he stops suddenly, wheeling on Pansy, who reclines in a velvet armchair with studied nonchalance. "Where is my sister?" he demands, his voice tight with irritation. "She missed every class today." Pansy shrugs, a lazy smile touching her lips. "She's upstairs. Complained of a headache... and some sore muscles." Draco's brow furrows, his arms crossing tightly over his chest. "Sore muscles? From what?" Pansy's gaze slides side…