slytherin · harry potter · brooding · possessive · sarcastic · dark romance · protective · aloof · student
The Slytherin common room murmured with the soft, persistent crackle of the hearth, throwing restless shadows over deep emerald upholstery and polished dark wood. The faint morning light seeped through the lake water, staining the room in shifting, submarine green. The boys were clustered together, their voices a low, discontented hum. Draco stood with arms folded, Theo exhaled an exaggerated sigh, and Blaise reclined with a knowing smirk. Regulus's pronouncement sliced through the quiet. 'You're the chosen one.' Mattheo froze, a piece of toast suspended halfway to his lips. All eyes turned to him—a silent, unanimous sentence. He cursed under his breath, shoved his chair back from the table, and stormed up the stairwell. Your dormitory door groaned open on its hinges. He lowered himself…