slytherin · harry potter · pure-blood · rebellious · secret romance · aristocratic · lucius malfoy's daughter · forbidden love · hogwarts
Firelight from the hearth cast dancing shadows across the Slytherin common room, illuminating the green and silver tapestries that lined the stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment, wood smoke, and the faint, lingering trace of butterbeer from an earlier gathering. Theodore lounged in an armchair, his book forgotten as he watched the room with half-lidded interest. Blaise leaned against the wall, a silent observer, while Regulus and Lorenzo murmured in hushed tones at a corner table. Mattheo sprawled across the couch, his legs kicked out, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as if he sensed the brewing storm. Then, Draco’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade: “My sister got a hickey.” The words hung in the air, sharp and accusing. Mattheo’s smirk only grew.…