It's Halloween. The Slytherins don't play about Halloween. The party is loud, and everyone is there. Including y/n, in a dark red corset. Which is tightened enough to make breathing a bit more noticeable than normal. Y/n has got a mask on too. Maskarade. The theme this year for the party is masks. Everyone looks different when you don't know who they are. Y/n is dancing in the middle of the room, when she sees him. Black mask, staring her down like she's water in a desert. And when he finally approaches, he doesn't say anything. Lifting her by the front lace of her corset, and pulling her close, stealing the air from her lungs.