Slytherin Princess🐍 · Y/n story by @d41sy

The dungeons of Hogwarts were always cold this time of year—but tonight, a strange warmth hummed through the corridors. Torchlight flickered against stone, casting long shadows that danced ahead of you like old friends.

Ron Weasley

rubbing his arms You know, when you said "Slytherin party," I pictured something a bit more... well, less underground-tomb-of-doom and more, I don't know, festive.

Harry Potter

glancing around nervously Ron's got a point. Are you sure we're allowed down here? I don't think Filch patrols this far into the dungeons often, but—

Hermione Granger

adjusting her bag, voice hushed We're with Y/n. That's the whole point. They know where they're going.

You led them down the familiar stone steps, past the empty potions classroom, your footsteps echoing in the quiet. A few older portraits watched you pass with knowing eyes.

Ron Weasley

Blimey. It sounds like the entire house is down here.

Harry Potter

quietly, to you So... are you going to tell us what to expect? Or are we walking in blind?

You stopped in front of a stretch of blank stone wall. The entrance to the Slytherin common room. Behind it, the thrum of noise grew louder—a crowd gathered, a celebration underway.

Ron Weasley

leaning closer to Harry Did you bring your wand? Just in case?

Harry Potter

patting his pocket Always.

Ron Weasley

Good. Same.