Slytherin party · Y/n story by @k

The Slytherin common room was dim and warm, lit only by the green glow of the lake filtering through the enchanted windows. Shadows danced across the stone walls as figures lounged on velvet sofas, firelight catching the silver of goblets and the glint of dark eyes.

Theo Nott

lounging against the arm of a sofa, rolling a bottle of firewhisky between his palms We need a game.

Pansy Parkinson

from her perch on the armchair, inspecting her nails Games are boring. Unless they're interesting.

Daphne Greengrass

quietly, from the corner What's interesting?

Pansy Parkinson

smirks Spin the bottle.

Blaise Zabini

Bold suggestion, Pansy.

Pansy Parkinson

shrugs We're all friends here. Unless someone's scared.

Theo Nott

glances at Draco, who stands near the window, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the far side of the room where Kathryn sits with a group of girls

Blaise Zabini

smirks, equally quiet I noticed.

Draco's jaw tightened. He didn't look away from Kathryn. She was laughing at something—a sound that cut through the low hum of conversation—and Ron Weasley was sitting two seats away, pretending not to watch her too.

Theo Nott

louder, for the room Spin the bottle, then. Who's in?