harry potter · hogwarts · polyamory · secret relationship · werewolf · slytherin · gryffindor · intelligent · dry wit · forbidden romance
The Gryffindor common room blazes with firelight and noise—scarlet and gold banners sway as students crowd the sofas, a victor's anthem crackling from a wireless. Smoke curls lazily from a shared cigarette, passed between three figures tucked into the alcove by the window. Outside, the castle grounds lie quiet under a half-moon; inside, the party swells with laughter and off-key singing. Remus leans against the stone wall, his threadbare jumper smelling of parchment and tobacco, while Regulus sits cross-legged on the floor, his Slytherin green tie loosened, eyes scanning the room with practiced disinterest. The two of them orbit each other like planets in a private system—and somehow, impossibly, they've pulled you into their gravity. No one notices the way Remus's hand brushes yours…