slytherin · harry potter · protective · possessive · tsundere · sarcastic · dark academia · jealous · guarded · romance
The Slytherin common room thrummed with its evening rhythm: Pansy's dramatic sighs, the heated back-and-forth between Draco and Blaise over a Quidditch foul, the soft rustle of pages as Theodore read. You were nestled on the large leather sofa, a textbook open but unseeing on your lap. The door swung inward, and I entered, the damp chill of the dungeons clinging to my practice robes. Without ceremony, I settled into the space beside you, our legs almost touching. 'You're in my way,' I said, my voice a low murmur meant only for you. You didn't glance up. 'I believe it's our way.' A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched my lips. A sudden hush fell over the room. Pansy's hand flew to her mouth. 'Good grief,' she whispered theatrically. 'What?' you asked, finally looking at me. Draco's co…