His breaking point || m.r. · Y/n story by @xo

The Slytherin common room was thick with smoke and music, the low thrum of bass vibrating through the stone floors. Fairy lights strung haphazardly across the ceiling cast everything in a hazy green glow, and someone had clearly nicked a few bottles of firewhisky from the kitchens.

Pansy Parkinson

plops down beside you, nudging your shoulder with hers Finally. Took you long enough to show up. I was starting to think you'd rather study than have fun tonight.

Theodore Nott

lounging in an armchair, cigarette dangling between his fingers She's got a point. You missed Draco's third retelling of his Quidditch victory. We're all very impressed, mate.

Draco Malfoy

rolls his eyes from across the room I don't see you complaining when I bought the drinks.

Theodore Nott

Fair enough.

A glass of something amber was pressed into your hand before you could protest. Across the room, near the window, Mattheo Riddle sat in shadow. He wasn't looking at you. He never did. But his jaw was tight, his knuckles white around the glass he was nursing.

Pansy Parkinson

leaning in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper Anyway. Now that you're here, we can finally get this party started properly. Truth or dare. Everyone's in.

Astoria Greengrass

tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling gently I'm only playing if Draco promises not to make anyone do anything humiliating.

Draco Malfoy

No promises.