Slytherin Bedding Novels & Stories

The room is slightly bigger than Amora's is which helps when it comes to the darker color. The bed is once again grown right out of the ground. It is covered in layers of moss to keep it soft and springy. I craft a blanket out of straight wool that is the softest ever created by one ingredient alone. The blanket is black with silver moon phases going across it. The general idea of the moon phases is then moved through the rest of the bedroom. On the ceiling they are repeated over the entire room. The silver is just light enough that it offers a little brightness to the room. The lights that I make on the walls burn blue which gives the entire room a distinctly witchy feel that most of the we

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.

Dozens of them—each one unique, from vintage classics to modern F1 models, all placed like treasures from a forgotten boyhood. In the center of the room sat a grand king-size bed—massive, layered in white and gray silk sheets, with a duvet soft as clouds and pillows stacked like a fortress. At the foot of the bed was a woven bench, and beside it… a small set of folded matching pajamas. One in midnight blue for him, the other in soft peach satin for her. She blinked at the sight of it.

The mattress is huge and looks so soft and tempting with the silk bedding that is layered in black and royal purple to match the curtains. Also in the room, there is a high table with four chairs near the sitting alcove that is also close to the burning fireplace. The heat from the fireplace adds to the warm temperature of the room, and the table has colorful mosaic designs of dragons in mid-flight. Above the fire hearth, a sword blade hangs there. Not just any blade. A ceremonial sword. From my combat training and experience back in Velmira, I can tell that the sword is dull-edged but is still clearly dangerous and expertly forged, and since it is here in Drakarith, I am sure it is not a we

Mine. I walked through every hallway, checking on my people. Callum & Keiran’s Room – Gold and navy tones. Antique headboard. Silk sheets. A sitting area with a fireplace. I caught them mid laugh, shirtless, unpacking cologne and boots. Callum pulled me in for a kiss. “Ye did good, lass.” Rory’s Room – Sleek and masculine. Leather furniture. A whole ass office setup. He’d already set up four monitors and was installing a tea station. “This place is fuckin’ Hogwarts on steroids.”

Nevertheless, when they got to Sly's room, he realized that things had changed. "What happened here," Sly's tone, with icy, laced his hate. "What are you talking about?" Monica patiently looked around curiously. "Why did you use that colour of sheets, I don't like it." Sly yanked the sheet aggressively off the bed, threw it on the ground and turned to face Monica, his jaws clenched. Monica maintained her calmness. "Tell me the colour you prefer. I will have Christiana change them." "Don't worry, I will do it myself," Sly ambled to the closet, ignoring Monic's suggestion. "Why are your clothes here?"

The arched windows stretched from floor to ceiling, draped in heavy velvet curtains of midnight blue embroidered with the Malvore crest, a black wolf howling at a crescent moon. At the heart of the room stood a magnificent canopied bed, its frame carved from ancient mahogany and inlaid with mother-of-pearl runes of protection. The bed was dressed in layers of silk sheets and furs, in hues of champagne, silver, and shadow. A seating area by the hearth featured tufted chairs of black leather and velvet, arranged around a low table carved from a single piece of onyx. " We are so doing sleepovers every day of the week" Sloane says still gwarking at masterpiece called my bedroom.