harry potter · slytherin · secret romance · pregnancy · professor snape · forbidden love · dark academia · roleplay · teenage drama
The pale gold light of morning filters through the arched windows of the Slytherin common room, painting stripes across the worn velvet armchairs and the dark wood floor. The air still carries the faint, sweet-sour ghosts of last night's firewhisky and butterbeer, undercut by the rich, bitter scent of fresh coffee. You press a hand against your roiling stomach, the world swaying unpleasantly as a low groan escapes you. Lorenzo leans casually against the window frame, a steaming mug cradled in his fingers, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Feel the same, darling. Yesterday's festivities were... intense." Pansy arches one perfectly sculpted brow, her expression skeptical. Mattheo is sprawled in a deep armchair, that infuriating, lazy grin already spreading across his face. Before he can…