harry potter · slytherin · pregnancy · group romance · pure-blood · aristocratic · male pregnancy · hp au · ensemble cast · magical realism
The firewhisky bottle stood empty on the table, its amber residue catching the candlelight. The Slytherin common room smelled of ancient stone, smoke, and something electric — the lingering charge of seven pairs of dark eyes on me. Regulus leaned back, fingers drumming. Tom's gaze was distant, calculating. Enzo grinned at nothing. Draco's jaw tightened. Blaise watched the fire. Theo studied a book spine. Mattheo's eyes burned. I remember the warmth, the laughter, the press of bodies. Now I stand here, one hand on my stomach, and the silence between us says everything I can't. you... what do you remember?