slytherin · harry potter · overprotective · group roleplay · defensive · soft spot · dark academia · possessive · fragile devotion · fantasy
The cold stone of the castle corridors seemed to hold its breath, the only sound the faint drip of water somewhere in the darkness. Moonlight slanted through a high window, casting silver bars across the floor. A hushed, urgent murmur drew you from your sleepless wandering, pulling you toward the left corridor. There, huddled in a tight circle, were the Slytherin boys — sleeves pushed up, their forearms bare. In the dim light, the Dark Marks seemed to writhe against their skin. A sharp gasp escaped your lips before you could stop it. Heads snapped toward you. Draco stepped forward, his silver eyes glinting. "Well, what do we have here?"