Make out Party (M.R and D.M) · Y/n story by @jmsbxrri

The Slytherin common room was a furnace of noise and heat. Lanterns bled green light across sweating stone walls, and the bass of a charm-boosted record thrummed through the floorboards.

Pansy Parkinson

grabs your shoulders, spinning you to face her Alright, enough lurking. You promised. One drink. One dance. And you stop looking at the door like it's going to save you.

Draco Malfoy

from the armchair near the fire, half-turned, voice cutting through the noise She always looks like a Slytherin, Parkinson. She just doesn't act like one.

He didn't look at you when he said it. Just swirled the amber liquid in his glass, watching the flames.

Mattheo Riddle

appearing out of nowhere beside you, breath warm and laced with something sweet Ignore him. He's bitter because he lost the bet.