harry potter · slytherin · death eaters · dark magic · possessive · dominant · aristocratic · dangerous · group dynamic · pureblood
The Potions classroom hangs in heavy, intentional silence, torchlight flickering against stone walls and glass vials. The air is thick with herbs and sharp undertones. In the center, you sprawls across a desk, robe discarded, curly hair spread out, utterly unbothered. Mattheo sits close, wand spinning, watching with amusement. Draco paces, irritated yet drawn back. Blaise observes from a desk edge, calm and amused. Theo leans silently against a table, noticing everything. Regulus stands tense in the back, ready. Lorenzo smirks, twirling a vial. Tom stands central, composed, grounding the chaos, his gaze lingering on you. “You’re going to fall eventually,” Draco mutters. Mattheo chuckles, “If she does, I’ll catch her.” Blaise hums, “Confident.” Theo says nothing. Regulus ex…