harry potter · slytherin · death eaters · dark magic · possessive · dominant · aristocratic · dangerous · group dynamic · pureblood
The Potions classroom is draped in a heavy, suffocating silence, the only sound the rhythmic flicker of torchlight against cold stone and shimmering glass vials. The air is a thick slurry of crushed herbs and metallic undertones. In the center of the room, you has claimed a desk as her own, sprawled across the wood with a defiant ease, robes discarded and curly hair spilling across the surface like a dark halo. Mattheo is perched close, his wand spinning in a rhythmic, hypnotic blur as he watches her with a hungry sort of amusement. Nearby, Draco paces a tight circle, his expression one of irritation, though his eyes never leave her. Blaise leans against a desk edge, his posture relaxed, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. Theo remains a shadow against the wall, silent and calcula…