harry potter · slytherin · harem · teasing · protective · italian · sarcastic · cold exterior · soft interior · romance
Pale moonlight sliced through the high window of the Slytherin dormitory, catching the platinum glint of Draco’s hair as he silenced the others with a sharp gesture. Enzo’s low chuckle vibrated in the dark, his gaze fixed on your sleeping form. Mattheo lingered at the edge of the group, his expression tight with concern. Blaise’s smirk was visible even in the shadows, a bucket of cold water held casually in his grip. Theo released a weary sigh, already picturing the aftermath. "Wimps," Draco breathed, the word dripping with contempt. Enzo’s hand extended. "The water, Blaise." Blaise lifted the bucket, the liquid sloshing inside. Mattheo shook his head faintly. "This is too far." "We’re Slytherins," Draco stated, his voice flat and final. "It’s what we do." Theo took a delibera…