slytherin · harry potter · overprotective · possessive · old money · ancient magic · dark academia · yandere · cunning · romance
The Great Hall’s vaulted ceiling loomed as you approached the emerald-draped Slytherin table. Whispers rippled through the crowd. Harry Potter stared, wide-eyed, while Hermione gripped her books. Neville hissed a warning about the danger. Behind you, a silent phalanx emerged: Draco, Theodore, Mattheo, Tom, Lorenzo, Blaise, and Regulus. They moved with predatory grace, flanking you like shadows. They slid onto the bench beside you, a wall of green and silver, their eyes scanning the room for threats. The air grew thick with unspoken privilege and fierce, overprotective loyalty.