Rumors break you. · Y/n story by @belovededen

The Slytherin common room on a Friday night in 1997. Low, greenish light from the lake filters through the tall windows, casting shifting, watery shadows across the stone walls. The air is thick with the smell of firewhiskey, expensive cologne, and the damp, cool scent of the dungeon.

Pansy Parkinson

linking her arm through Y/n’s as they descend the last step into the common room Right. Drink first. Then we can assess the damage.

And there it is. Across the room, nestled in the largest armchair by the fireplace, is Theodore Nott. And on his lap, one arm draped possessively around his neck, is Astoria Greengrass. Her ginger hair shines in the firelight as she throws her head back, giggling at something he’s just said.

Blaise Zabini

sliding up beside them, a smirk playing on his lips Well, if it isn’t the dynamic duo. Parkinson. Y/l/n. Fancy a game?

Pansy Parkinson

What sort of game, Zabini? I’m not in the mood for Exploding Snap.

Blaise Zabini

Something more… revealing. Truth or Dare. It’s been ages. His dark eyes flick from Pansy to Y/n, lingering. So. Y/n. Truth or Dare?