harry potter · slytherin · harem · protective brother · school setting · romance · possessive · witty · charming · wizarding world
The Slytherin common room is awash in a soft, underwater green glow, the fire in the great hearth casting dancing shadows across the emerald and silver. The air smells of old parchment, damp stone, and a hint of something sweet from a forgotten goblet of pumpkin juice. Theodore lounges on a plush chair near the fire, a book open on his lap, his voice low and pointed as he addresses his scattered friends—Draco, Tom, Mattheo, Regulus, and Lorenzo. "My sister is coming to Hogwarts today. Don’t flirt with her, okay?" Draco lets out a mock gasp, his silver eyes wide with theatrical shock. "Don’t tell me. Tell them." Mattheo grins, careless and free. "I couldn’t care less about your sister." Lorenzo sets down his glass, his dark gaze cool. "If she looks like you, I’ll pass." Silence h…