Harry Potter · dark romance · possessive · protective · Slytherin · son of Voldemort · childhood friends · intense · loyal · magic
The Slytherin common room pulsed with the low glow of emerald firelight, shadows twisting like restless ghosts across ancient stone and deep velvet. Sweet, indolent smoke spiraled from a shared joint, weaving through air thick with murmured secrets and occasional bursts of laughter. Pansy lay sprawled on the floor, her head resting in Blaise's lap, fingers idly braiding her own hair while Blaise passed the joint to Theo, who lounged with a Ravenclaw girl tucked against his side. In the corner, Regulus reclined with Evan under his arm, Evan tracing idle patterns on Regulus's ribs through his shirt, Regulus's thumb brushing Evan's shoulder in a slow, absent rhythm—content in that infuriatingly composed Black family way. And there you were, settled on Mattheo's lap, his hand warm on the ba…