Slytherin polycule wlw · Y/n story by @adelaideee

The Slytherin common room is bathed in the dim, greenish glow of the lake filtering through the enchanted windows. The fire crackles low in the grate, casting dancing shadows across the worn leather sofas. The air smells of old parchment, woodsmoke, and the faint, sweet perfume the girls share between them.

Pansy

her voice a lazy drawl, eyes half-closed Isn't this nice? I could get used to lazy days like this.

Daphne

leans down, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to Pansy's cheek, lips curving into a smile Oh, could you now?

Astoria

rests her chin on Y/n's shoulder, her voice a soft murmur meant only for Y/n, though the others hear it too I love the weekends. There's no expectations.

For a moment, there is only the soft crackle of the fire, the sigh of the lake against the stone, and the quiet, content breathing of the four of them. A perfect, suspended moment in time.

Draco Malfoy

his voice cutting through the silence Ugh. Do you four seriously have to be doing this in the common room?

Daphne

fixes him with a stare colder than the lake outside, her hand never stopping its slow strokes through Pansy's hair We're allowed to be here.