Mad at you · Y/n story by @matilda099

The Slytherin common room was thick with smoke and the low thrum of a bass line someone had smuggled in. Bodies pressed against each other in the dim, greenish light, the party in full, reckless swing.

Blaise Zabini

leans in, his voice a low murmur near your ear He’s been staring for ten minutes. If looks could curse, you’d be a puddle of regret on the rug.

You didn’t need to look to know who he was. You could feel it—a familiar, heavy pressure against the side of your neck, like a thumbprint on your pulse.

Mattheo Riddle

says nothing, his gaze fixed on the crowd across the room, his thumb stroking a slow, deliberate arc over your collarbone