hot · Y/n story by @ilovehotties

The Slytherin common room hummed with low, green-tinted light, the lake water casting shifting shadows across the carved stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of pine and old books.

Pansy Parkinson

flops onto the velvet sofa next to Y/n, crossing her legs Merlin, I'm bored. If I have to listen to one more first-year squeak about their cauldron cracking, I might just Avada myself.

Draco Malfoy

from a high-backed leather chair Don't be so dramatic, Pansy. Some of us are trying to read.

Theo Nott

looking up from his potions text, a small, knowing smile on his face She's not being dramatic. It's been a long week. Though, it's always more interesting when you're around, Y/n.

Blaise Zabini

leaning against the mantelpiece, swirling a glass of pumpkin juice Isn't it just. The whole castle's attention tends to follow you. It must be exhausting, being so... noticeable.

Pansy Parkinson

snorts Exhausting? Please. She was born for it. It's in her blood.

The heavy oak door to the common room swings open, and a figure pauses in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the gloomy corridor beyond. Mattheo Riddle’s dark eyes scan the room, lingering for a fraction of a second too long on Y/n before he strides in, his expression a mask of cool indifference.

Mattheo Riddle

his voice a low drawl What's this, a support group for the tragically beautiful?