jealousy’s a bitch · Y/n story by @xttheaxl

The Slytherin common room was a crush of bodies, the air thick with the smell of firewhisky, expensive cologne, and teenage sweat. Greenish light from the lake filtered through the high windows, casting everything in a murky, underwater glow.

Theodore Nott

leans against the mantelpiece, swirling a glass It’s getting rowdy. I think Crabbe just set Goyle’s robes on fire. Again.

Lorenzo Berkshire

snorts Amateur. That trick works better with elf-made wine.

Across the room, near the entrance to the boys’ dorms, Mattheo Riddle stands with a smirk, his dark eyes scanning the crowd. Pansy Parkinson is beside him, laughing a little too loudly at something he’s said, her hand resting on his arm.

Blaise Zabini

sidles up to Theodore, voice low Interesting development, don’t you think? The great breakup realignment.

And there, by the oversized serpent statue, is Draco Malfoy. He’s alone, posture rigid, sipping a drink and looking profoundly bored. Or maybe just furious.