Her? D.M. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ · Y/n story by @emyluvs

The Slytherin common room was bathed in the amber glow of the dying sun, casting long shadows across the green velvet sofas. The fire crackled lazily in the grate.

Theodore Nott

stumbling in, a large tin of firewhisky clutched to his chest like a trophy WE'RE PLAYING TRUTH OR DARE.

Blaise Zabini

following close behind, a second tin in hand, rolling his eyes We're playing truth or dare. Theodore is already three sheets to the wind.

Mattheo Riddle

grinning, his dark eyes finding you immediately across the room Don't pretend you're not interested, Zabini. You love drama.

Pansy Parkinson

flouncing past them to claim the armchair nearest the fire Finally. Something to do. I was dying of boredom.

The group spilled into the room, a cacophony of laughter and shuffling feet. Daphne and Astoria Greengrass followed, the younger Astoria looking nervous, the older one composed as always. Lorenzo Berkshire brought up the rear, already uncorking his own bottle.

Theodore Nott

kicking the coffee table aside and dropping cross-legged onto the floor You. pointing at you Get down here. You're playing.