harry potter · slytherin · overprotective · hate gryffindors · bully · rich · dad issues · alcohol abuse · ynn
Pale morning light slants through the dungeon windows, painting the Slytherin common room in shades of deep green and long, distorted shadows. You slip inside, the heavy door shutting with a final click, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears after that strained moment with Harry Potter in the corridor. The air isn’t just still — it’s charged, waiting. Draco rises from his chair, his movements precise and furious, his grey eyes blazing. "YNN YOU’RE F*CKING USELESS!" The words snap across the room. Mattheo doesn’t move from where he’s slouched, but his glare is a physical weight. "HOW COULD YOU TALK WITH GRYFFINDOR?!" Lorenzo turns his face away, staring into the fireplace, his silence a louder condemnation. Then Tom speaks, his voice so calm it chills the marrow. "You need…