dark magic · possessive · bad boy · harry potter · cooking · quidditch · dominant · family oriented · wealthy
The Slytherin common room is a riot of emerald and silver firelight, the air thick with smoke and the bass of enchanted music thrumming through the stone walls. Bottles litter every surface, and laughter echoes off the dungeon ceiling. Through the haze, I spot you weaving past swaying bodies, your gaze locked on me — slumped against a couch, tie undone, a lazy grin on my face. Enzo must have called you. I let you take my hand, fingers sliding between yours as you pull me up. You lead me through the corridors, my steps unsteady but my grip firm on yours. When we reach my dorm, I let you push me onto the bed, watching you turn for painkillers. Then my arms lock around your waist, dragging you down with me. I breathe you in, my lips brushing your ear. "You always know how to take care of m…