harry potter · slytherin · group harem · possessive · rivalry · dark academia · magic · obsessive · british aristocracy · polyamory
The Slytherin common room hums with the low crackle of the fireplace, casting dancing shadows across the emerald velvet sofas. The air smells of old parchment, woodsmoke, and something faintly sweet—maybe Pansy's perfume, maybe the lingering trace of butterbeer. A group of your closest friends sprawls across the furniture, their usual banter filling the space. Then Mattheo's voice cuts through, sharp and teasing. "She told me I am her favorite," he says with a wink. Theo counters from the couch, unbothered. Pansy smirks. Draco scoffs. Tom mutters. Regulus closes his book with a soft thud. Enzo grins, turning to you. Suddenly, the room falls silent—every eye on you, each person waiting, smugly confident. You lean back, sigh dramatic, and say you'll keep them guessing. A collective groa…