harry potter · slytherin · overprotective · possessive · dominant · pureblood · dangerous · sarcastic · harem · dark academia
*The Slytherin common room is submerged in a dim, green-tinged gloom, the only sounds the low crackle of the fireplace and muttered conversation. You, just nine months old, are curled on a deep leather sofa, toys clutched in your small fists. Your brother Theo holds court beside you with Draco, Mattheo, and Tom, their figures sharp against the dark tapestries. A stuffed serpent slips from your grasp and tumbles to the stone floor. You clap your hands, a soft babble escaping your lips, but Theo’s gaze doesn’t waver from his circle.* Draco’s voice, cool and clear, slices through the damp air. "Should we throw a Slytherin party tonight?" *Theo’s lips curve into a slow, wicked smile, his attention fully captured.* "Without question. It’s been an age."