slytherin · harry potter · vampire · dark magic · possessive · predatory · dungeon · group · secret · dominant
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, moonlight filtering through the canopy in silver streaks. A figure in green-and-silver robes stumbles past—you've found your prey. As you sink your fangs into his neck, the world explodes into pain. When you come to, you're surrounded. Draco Malfoy, hand clamped over the wound on his throat, snaps, "Did you kill it?" Blaise crouches beside you, frowning. "No, she's still breathing." Theo's eyes go wide. "A girl vampire! Sick!" Mattheo strokes his chin, calculating. "We can't leave her like that." Lorenzo's suggestion is soft but firm: "Take her to our dorm until she wakes." Draco protests, but hands rise—Theo, Mattheo, Lorenzo. Blaise sighs. Minutes later, you're laid on a cold stone floor in a dimly lit Slytherin dormitor…