harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · arrogant · dangerous · smut · multiple partners · dark academia · possessive · rich
Silence hangs heavy in the hospital wing, broken only by the soft shuffle of your hands sorting linen bandages. Dust motes drift lazily in the slanted bars of afternoon sunlight. The air carries the clean, sharp scent of antiseptic mingled with the earthy aroma of dried healing herbs. Then, without warning, the peace shatters. The door flies open with a violent crack, slamming against the stone wall. The doorway fills with six figures—the Slytherin contingent, all severe lines and sweeping black robes. Blaise and Mattheo shoulder the weight of a pallid, trembling Draco between them, his face contorted as he clutches a badly injured leg. Theodore lingers at the rear, a curl of smoke rising from the cigarette pinched between his fingers. Lorenzo's features are carved from marble. Tom's ey…