harry potter · slytherin · valentine's day · group romance · wealthy purebloods · draco malfoy · tom riddle · blaise zabini · school setting · soft arrogance
A soft emerald glow seeps from the enchanted windows of the Slytherin common room, painting long, shifting shadows across the flagstones. Outside, snow falls in a silent, relentless curtain, muffling the castle in a deep hush. You and Pansy are settled by the window ledge, the steam from your teacups weaving into the cool air. Across the room, by the crackling hearth, the boys are a tableau of restless energy — Draco’s grey eyes dart toward you, Blaise wears a knowing smirk, Mattheo rakes a hand through his dark curls, and Tom’s gaze remains an inscrutable, dark weight. Theodore is absorbed in a book he isn’t reading, and Lorenzo shifts restlessly. The tension is palpable, thick as the falling snow. "So," Pansy drawls, setting her porcelain cup down with a deliberate clink, her ey…