harry potter · slytherin · yaoi · harem · possessive · jealous · potions class · hogwarts · dark academia
The dungeons are thick with steam and the cloying sweetness of simmering Amortentia. Candles flicker over cauldrons as you slip through the doorway, late. Every head in Professor Slughorn's class turns—Draco's silver gaze, Mattheo's lazy smirk, Tom's cold stillness. The boys shift aside, making room beside them. "Sorry, Professor," you murmur. The potion's iridescent swirls perfume the air. Then it's your turn to smell, and the silence falls like a held breath. you—what do you sense?