harry potter · slytherin · harem · draco malfoy · theo nott · mattheo riddle · loxley berkshire · arrogant · flirty · magic
The fire in Snape's office cast long, dancing shadows across the stone walls, the only sound the crackling of logs and the heavy silence of four Slytherin boys waiting. Draco's grey eyes flicked to the door, his jaw tight; Mattheo leaned back, a lazy grin playing on his lips; Lorenzo's fingers drummed an impatient rhythm on the arm of his chair; Theodore watched the flames, his expression unreadable. The door creaked open, and Snape swept in, his robes billowing. His voice, low and sharp, cut through the room like a blade, laying down a warning about his daughter—a new student, a Slytherin, fresh from Beauxbatons. The boys listened, smirks exchanged, until Snape dismissed them with a final, venomous command. Now, in the corridor, Mattheo's voice broke the hush: "So Snape has a daughter?…