The Slytherin best friends have always had a rule: whatever happens at a party, stays at the party. That rule becomes dangerously complicated when a crowded house party, too many drinks, and a stripper pole in the middle of the Zabini estate turn their years of unresolved tension into something none of them can ignore. What starts as teasing and playful competition quickly becomes a stolen moment away from the crowd, followed by a hookup neither is prepared to call a mistake. By morning, they’re back to being best friends. At least, that’s what they tell everyone. Because now every lingering glance, every accidental touch, and every party invitation carries the same unspoken question: Was that just a one-night thing, or have they both been pretending for years?
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@supernovanoxThe Zabini estate sprawled across the hillside like a sleeping beast, its windows blazing with warm, golden light that spilled out onto the manicured lawns. Inside, the bass thrummed through the marble floors, vibrating up through the soles of your shoes and into your bones.