Slytherin Bedding Novels & Stories

"Look at it!" I reached for the heavy velvet curtains that hung tied to each of the four posts. Pulling back the curtain on one side of the bed, I pushed it along the silent rail. The windows and living room were hidden from prying eyes behind midnight velvet. "I can pretend to sleep at Hogwarts."

He could understand why, it was hard enough for her to take in that this was the person he’d been dreaming about for as long as he could remember, let alone that she was now with Andrew wherever he went, helping him with the remedy. Bridget stormed out, but it didn’t matter. Andrew was almost there with his labours: the remedy wouldn’t take long now to work up, just like a snakebite antidote once you had the poison. Suzanne told him it was growing harder for her to suppress the Sleepers, though. They know what you’re doing, and now you’re a real threat to them. They’ll do everything they can to stop you. Even now more are coming from beyond the hospital. You have to hurry, Andrew. Please hur

I carried Sapphire up to our room and looked at all that she had done in the room with the helpers. The walls were gold, silver, black, white, green, and green marble, just like our desks. Our dressers, end tables, and bed frame were all made from oak trees. The carpets were gold and black plaid style and the curtains were silver and white with little green and blue designs. The bed was a California King and took up a lot of space in the huge room. The bedding looked like the walls, making me smile as I walked to the left side of the bed and placed our queen down onto her feet, so we could all change into our sleepwear. Slipping into bed, I wrapped my arms around our mate, Onyx doing the sam

It didn't match the Seikais of course, but it was enough to have heads turning. His chamber was the messiest of all. At the entrance the smell hit me first. Alcohol, perfume, sweat… indulgence. I fought the urge to wrinkle my nose as we stepped fully into Prince Eldren’s chambers. No, den felt more accurate. This wasn’t a room. It was chaos dressed in luxury. Silk sheets hung halfway off the massive bed, tangled around half-naked bodies that barely stirred at our presence. Empty bottles of wine littered the floor with half used cigarettes. One of the women laughed softly in her sleep, turning over and knocking an empty bottle to the floor with a dull clink.

LACY I scanned the small room. A double bed sat in the middle of the room with an oak headboard and pedestals. The bed was dressed neatly with a black and gold duvet but no throw pillows. He had floor to ceiling built in cupboards and even those were black with gold trimming. Dark black curtains hung over the windows stopping the harsh rays of the sun from protruding in. The floor boards were shinned till it could show someone's reflection but even those too were black.

Even the thick length of his and his skills in bed, Sasha mused. She blinked as that same starlight reflected off every surface of her bedroom, from the rich wood and soft white of the floors and walls to the bed touched with impressive luxury— a massive plush bed adorned in golden yellow and reddish gold that goes along the summer ambience of the garden below despite it being winter outside those area of trees across them. It seems the place where the apartment and the little forest were preserved with magic to keep it warm and cool and summery. His pants, the color of night, has an iridescent thread on it. A celestial swirl of colors built into the fabric itself. It was a stark pale shade

Opening the door to her room, Zhi Rou walked in and was dumbstruck! Her bedroom was as big as the living room they were just in, and the decorations were similar to that of her old place. In the centre of the room against the wall was a king-sized bed covered in lavender bed sheets. A white- and lavender-coloured fluffy blanket was folded on the edge of the bed covering the base. The bed had six pillows on it; the bigger pillows were covered in lavender, the medium in white and the small oval pillows were grey with lavender-coloured stripes running horizontally.

On either side of the room, there were two beds with canopies over them, maroon and gold, as if I’d walked into the Gryffindor Dorms in Harry Potter. On one of the desks sat a boy bent over his desk with a set of books opened in front of him. There were massive headphones over his ears, and I could tell that he wouldn’t have heard me coming. There was a dartboard over his bed, and there were two darts embedded in it. One of them had found the bullseye, while the other was pretty close to it. I squinted at it for a moment, my brain tingling. Then, I looked back at my roommate.

But the fluid between my thighs told me one thing… I would need to be careful not to be too distracted from my mission here by the luxury. We entered the room, which had black floral designs painted on the walls, incredibly gothic in style. A chandelier with fake scarlet candles hung over the bed we were approaching. There was a side table with a carved stone dragon holding up the glass, a bottle of water placed on it. That was probably for me, given what was to come. The bed had silky blankets that shined like obsidian. It was a canopy, with a crimson cloth draping down loosely, reminding me of blood gushing out of something.

He raised an eyebrow, "Well then of course you live in this sort of shack, that's barely an income." She felt attacked by that comment, and although shaky, said, "We don't mind living here." "Of course you don't mind," he shook his head and rolled his eyes, "it's the cheapest place you can live in. Anyways, where is he?" She pointed towards the couch, and when Draven made his way around, he chuckled, "He's a slob." Eric was a weird sleeper, his body always finding a distorted position and this time, since he was drunk, he was drooling and disturbingly moving in his dream, aggressively.