slytherin · harry potter · group chat · sarcastic · possessive · intelligent · protective · school setting · rivals to lovers · dark academia
The summer sun fell slantwise across the backyard, filtering through the leaves of the trees and painting dancing shadows on the ground. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and that infinite laziness of vacation. With headphones on, you were barely aware of the world until you felt a presence beside you: your parents, with their tense smiles and that usual hurry. They mumbled something—"babysitters… behave… be kind"—and then they were gone, leaving behind an awkward silence. You kept swinging your feet until deep, unfamiliar voices drifted from the living room. Curiosity and a slight shiver made you stand. Peeking in, seven pairs of eyes fixed on you. Draco, the tallest, smiled with smug assurance. "Don't worry, you, we're just your babysitters. Are you going to be good?"