7 Minutes · Y/n story by @ellss

The Slytherin common room was thick with smoke and firewhisky. Green-tinted lamps cast long shadows across the stone walls as bodies pressed together in the dim light.

Pansy Parkinson

claps her hands together, a wicked grin spreading across her face Alright, enough pussyfooting around. Seven minutes in heaven. Real this time.

Theodore Nott

snorts from his corner of the couch, joint dangling between his fingers You just want to watch people suffer.

Pansy Parkinson

shrugs, eyes glinting Suffering is so entertaining, though.

Draco leaned back, arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Blaise sat beside him, already reaching for the bottle.

Blaise Zabini

I'll spin first.

Pansy Parkinson

smacks his hand away No, no. We do this properly. Ladies first.

The bottle scraped against the stone floor as Pansy gave it a sharp twist. It wobbled, spun, and slowly came to a stop.

Pansy Parkinson

gasps dramatically Oh, what luck! Your turn, darling.

She handed you the bottle, the glass warm from her grip. The room hummed with low chatter and the crackling fire as everyone watched.