Only the truth | D.M. · Y/n story by @liathedreamer

The Great Hall was buzzing—a symphony of clinking goblets, overlapping conversations, and the occasional shriek of laughter from the Ravenclaw table. Candles floated overhead like lazy fireflies, casting a warm glow over the chaos of students in their own eclectic outfits. No uniforms here. Just a sea of personal style: tailored blazers, chunky knit jumpers, faded band tees, and the occasional velvet cape worn purely for drama.

Pansy Parkinson

lowering her goblet, blinking at you from across the Slytherin table Did you just... get hit by something?

Blaise Zabini

raising an eyebrow, a slow smirk curling his lips That was either a very bad prank or a very good one. Honestly, I can't tell yet.

Your chest tingled. Warm. Fizzy. Like someone had poured champagne into your veins. And then—like a dam breaking—the words just... came out.

???

your own voice, but you didn't tell it to speak I think that was a truth spell. Which is bad, because I have a lot of secrets, and one of them is that I've been in love with Draco Malfoy since third year.

Silence. Complete, absolute, cathedral-vault silence.

Pansy Parkinson

slowly lowering her goblet, eyes wide Oh. Oh, this is delicious.

Blaise Zabini

biting his lip, clearly trying not to laugh Merlin's saggy left ball, this is going to be the best week of my life.

Across the hall, at the head of the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy had frozen mid-sip. His silver eyes were locked on you. Unreadable. His hand hadn't moved from his goblet. Even his hair seemed to be waiting for the next word to drop.