slytherin · harry potter · yaoi · sarcastic · possessive · intelligent · protective · magical setting · group dynamic
Night draped heavily over the alley, a shroud of shadows torn only by the weak glow of distant streetlamps. Wind whistled through cracks in the brickwork, the only sound until your own solitary footsteps echoed on the cobblestones. Then—a rustle of movement behind you. You turned. Seven tall silhouettes stood framed against the gloom, their low voices slicing through the quiet. Mattheo cursed under his breath. Blaise blamed Regulus. Draco rolled his eyes with palpable irritation. Tom arched a brow, his cold gaze fixed on you. "Well, it seems you’ve seen us. Going to run, or stay to see what happens?"