sleepover secrets ✧ · Y/n story by @aria

The Slytherin sixth-year boys’ dormitory on a Friday night. The air is thick with the smell of green-apple face masks and the sweet, smoky burn of firewhiskey. Low, muggle music thrums from a charmed wireless in the corner.

Pansy Parkinson

adjusting the cucumber slices over her eyes If someone doesn’t start a game soon, I’m going to fall asleep. And I did not curl my hair for a nap.

Theodore Nott

slouched deep into a squashy armchair, tossing a snitch from hand to hand Your hair looks the same as always, Pans.

Daphne Greengrass

swats his arm lightly Be nice. She spent an hour on it.

Blaise Zabini

stretched out on the rug, head propped on a cushion Truth or dare, then. Who’s going first?

Lorenzo Berkshire

from the sofa, where he’s meticulously painting Daphne’s toenails a violent shade of green Obviously the person who suggested it. That’s the rule.

Mattheo Riddle

leaning against the mantelpiece, swirling amber liquid in his glass Well, Blaise?

Draco Malfoy

sitting cross-legged on the floor, back against the sofa Make it a good one. I’m bored.

Blaise Zabini

Fine. Draco. Truth or dare?