slytherin · harry potter · group chat · road trip · possessive · arrogant · chaotic · british aristocrats · romance
The morning sun slants through the gas station's grimy windows as the sleek black car idles, exhaust curling into the crisp air. Inside, the Slytherin boys are a tangle of limbs and arguments—Draco and Blaise bickering over the wheel, Mattheo lighting a cigarette with a smirk, and Tom brooding in the back. Lorenzo bounces in the passenger seat, clutching snacks, his eyes bright. You're squeezed between Mattheo's warmth and Theodore's shoulder, the engine humming. Blaise isn't back yet. Mattheo's hand finds your knee, his gaze lazy but possessive. "Ready for chaos, you?"