Years of friendship, lingering touches, stolen glances- Y/N and Mattheo insist it’s just familiarity. Until a Truth or Drink game forces their hidden feelings into the open.

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@lisa_matthews

The Slytherin common room was a study in green-tinted shadow and low, liquid firelight. Rain tapped a steady, lazy rhythm against the enchanted windows that looked out into the dark depths of the Black Lake. The hour was late, the air thick with the scent of burning cedar logs, expensive cologne, and the sharp, sweet tang of firewhisky.

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