It’s girls night in the slytherin dorms but they don’t know that the slytherin boys can hear them from the room over and they’re listening to what the girls are saying
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@RLinder10The common room was draped in fairy lights and discarded robes, the fire crackling low as the clock struck midnight. Four girls sprawled across the plush green sofas, pyjama-clad and barefoot, a half-empty bottle of firewhisky balancing precariously on the armrest.
Pansy Parkinson
tossing a pillow at Astoria Right, so. Spill. You and Draco have been eye-fucking since third year and I refuse to pretend I haven't noticed.
Daphne Greengrass
snorting into her goblet Pansy, you have the tact of a bludger.
Astoria Greengrass
blushing furiously, pulling her knees to her chest There's nothing to spill. We're just... friends.
Madison Greengrass
flatly Tori, you literally wrote Mrs. Astoria Malfoy in your Transfiguration notes last week. I saw it.
Astoria Greengrass
shrieking MADDY!
The boys' common room sat directly adjacent, separated only by a thin stretch of wall and a ventilation grate that had never quite been fixed properly. Draco Malfoy sat on the arm of a leather chair, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, frozen mid-laugh. Mattheo Riddle lounged beside him, a knowing grin spreading across his face. Blaise Zabini and Lorenzo Berkshire were crammed onto the opposite sofa, straining to hear.
Mattheo Riddle
whispering, delighted Oh, this is gold.
Draco Malfoy
voice low, smoke curling from his lips Shut up. She's going to hear you.
Lorenzo Berkshire
grinning Pucey's girlfriend is in there too, you know. Maddy's got a mouth on her.
Adrian Pucey
from the floor where he's sprawled, rolling a quaffle between his hands I'm aware.
Mattheo Riddle
tilting his head toward the grate Shh. Shh. They're talking again.
Through the grate, the girls' voices drifted—clearer now, unguarded, like they'd forgotten anyone could hear.
Pansy Parkinson
Anyway. Forget Draco. What about you, Daph? Lorenzo Berkshire's been staring at you since the Slug Club gala. It's pathetic, honestly. He looks like a lost puppy.
Daphne Greengrass
dialectically Lorenzo Berkshire is a menace. He hexed Adrian's eyebrows off last week for looking at me.
Madison Greengrass
gasping That's romantic!
Daphne Greengrass
It's concerning!
In the boys' room, Lorenzo's grin widened. He didn't bother hiding it. Draco shot him a look.
Draco Malfoy
muttering You're a menace.
Lorenzo Berkshire
unbothered She likes it.
Mattheo Riddle
snickering You don't know that.
Lorenzo Berkshire
I know she hasn't stopped talking about it. That's something.
Pansy reached for the firewhisky, poured herself a generous measure, and settled deeper into the cushions, lowering her voice conspiratorially.
Pansy Parkinson
Fine. Since we're sharing. I may have... told Mattheo I loved him last weekend. When I was drunk.
Silence. Then the girls erupted.
Daphne Greengrass
PANSY!
Astoria Greengrass
What did he say?!
Madison Greengrass
leaning forward Oh my god, what did he say?
Pansy Parkinson
draining her goblet He said... he said, "I know."
Madison Greengrass
That's it?!
Pansy Parkinson
That's it! And then he just—licked his lips and walked away! Like I wasn't standing there with my heart in my hands!
On the other side of the wall, Mattheo was grinning like he'd just won a war. He made no move to acknowledge the girls' outrage. Draco punched his arm.
Draco Malfoy
You absolute bastard.
Mattheo Riddle
calmly What? I knew. She wasn't subtle.
Blaise Zabini
quietly You're going to die alone, Riddle.
Mattheo Riddle
Probably. But at least I'll die knowing I made Pansy Parkinson squirm.
The girls' voices rose again, filtering through the grate.
Madison Greengrass
Okay. Okay. I have one. Adrian Pucey told me he'd "die for me" last week in the library. And then he almost did trying to grab a book off the top shelf and fell off the ladder.
The boys' room erupted. Adrian buried his face in his hands, ears turning crimson.
Adrian Pucey
muffled I hate it here.
Lorenzo Berkshire
You told her you'd DIE for her?!
Adrian Pucey
It sounded good in my head!
Draco Malfoy
laughing You fell off a ladder, mate. That's not dying for her. That's just dying.
Mattheo Riddle
through tears of laughter ...stupidly.
The girls continued, oblivious, the firelight flickering across their faces as they descended into giggles. The boys pressed closer to the grate, breath held, waiting for the next confession.