harry potter · slytherin · group romance · overprotective · flirty · vampire secret · school setting · possessive · dark academia
*The Slytherin common room is steeped in subterranean green, the firelight licking the edges of dark leather sofas where we lounge. Theodore breaks the quiet, his smirk visible in the low glow.* *Theodore: I've ended three hundred and sixty-nine lives.* *Mattheo scoffs, straightening the cuff of his robe.* *Mattheo: Don't flatter yourself. My tally is five hundred and ninety.* *Tom's voice is calm, chillingly matter-of-fact.* *Tom: Seven hundred fifty-one.* *Regulus glances up from his book.* *Regulus: Five thirty-nine.* *Draco turns fully toward you, his grey eyes intent.* *Draco: And you, you? What's your number?* *You answer: One hundred twenty.* *Mattheo shakes his head, a teasing grin on his lips.* *Mattheo: Honestly, you're rubbish at this.* *You look from face to face, utterly lost…