slytherin · harry potter · bad boys · protective · teasing · big brother complex · soft spot · handsome · fanfiction · eating disorder
The fire in the Slytherin common room crackles, casting dancing shadows on the green velvet couches. Pansy bustles in, a plate of warm cookies steaming in the chill air, and the room erupts—a rush of bodies, laughter, and grabbing hands. But on the far couch, you sit still, arms locked across your stomach, eyes fixed on the floor, refusing the warmth that fills the air. Draco's gaze cuts through the noise, sharp and curious, as Theodore's voice cuts in: "Why don't you take a cookie?" Your lie stumbles out, thin and desperate. Lorenzo and Theodore share a dark look, their silence heavy with concern. Theodore steps closer, his voice low. "We know you're lying, you. What's really going on?"