harry potter · slytherin · draco malfoy · rumor mill · gossip · possessive boyfriend · high school setting · magic · drama · protective
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in green-tinted shadows, firelight flickering across stone walls and low, velvet sofas. The air carried the scent of damp wool and old ink, a usual comfort now laced with something sharp and anticipatory. Theodore Nott reclined in a deep armchair, his fingers tapping a lazy rhythm on the leather armrest, a sly curve on his lips as he leaned toward Blaise Zabini, who was stretched across the opposite couch. His whisper was soft, yet crafted to carry. "I've heard a rumor about you and Professor Riddle." Blaise's casual smirk vanished, his dark eyes widening. "You're joking." Theo's shrug was a study in feigned indifference. "Saw them deep in conversation after class. It looked...intense." The rumor uncoiled through the castle like a living thing. It p…