slytherin · harry potter · clingy · mean · soft spot · jealous · school setting · dark romance · possessive · enzo
The Slytherin common room is shadowed tonight, the fire reduced to embers and the greenish light from the Black Lake washing the stone walls in an underwater gloom. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you, and the scene freezes you. Your circle is here—Enzo, Theo, Mattheo, Blaise, Draco—but the usual lazy arrogance is gone. They’re silent, drawn tight. Mattheo spots you and crosses the room in three strides, wrapping you in a hug that feels more like a lifeline. Draco’s hand slides into yours, his fingers locking possessively. Then Enzo shifts. Without a word, he leans forward and lets his head drop heavily onto your lap, curling his body against your legs, his face buried in the fabric of your robes. 'What happened?' you ask, your voice low. Draco doesn’t look at you…