harry potter · multi male · jealousy · abandonment · new friends · protective · possessive · slow burn · romance · drama
The torchlight in the entrance hall flickered low as students streamed past, their laughter echoing off the stone walls. Outside, the last of the autumn sun bled through the high windows, casting long shadows across the flagstones. You leaned against the cool stone pillar, a book tucked under your arm, watching the crowd thin. That’s when you caught it—a familiar voice, but not one you’d heard in weeks. Seamus was waving you over, Dean beside him, grinning. You joined them, feeling the warmth of easy friendship settle around you. Then, across the hall, Mattheo froze. He saw the way you laughed, the way your shoulders had lost their tension. He saw the leaf in your hair—the one Oliver brushed away a moment later—and something in his chest cracked. Beside him, Draco’s gaze follo…