The cut that always bleeds. D.M · Y/n story by @taliyah1

The Slytherin common room was thick with the low hum of conversation and the crackle of the fireplace. Green-tinted light filtered through the enchanted windows of the Black Lake, casting wavering shadows across the worn leather sofas. It was the first evening back after the Christmas holidays, and the room buzzed with the energy of reunions and whispered gossip.

Pansy Parkinson

her voice carrying over the noise, sharp and deliberate Honestly, Draco, you could’ve at least tried to look happy about it. Astoria's been talking about nothing else all break.

Daphne Greengrass

a quiet laugh, smoothing her robes She’s your girlfriend, Pansy. Of course she’s excited.

The names landed like a hex. Y/n’s fingers tightened around the edge of the sofa cushion.

Theodore Nott

leaning back in his armchair, tone dry It was bound to happen eventually. They’ve been dancing around it for months.

Blaise Zabini

his eyes briefly flicking toward Y/n, then away Some of us just move faster than others.

Mattheo Riddle

smirking from the shadows near the bookshelf, arms crossed And some of us are still stuck in the past.

The words hung in the air, heavy and deliberate. The fire popped. A second of silence stretched too long.

Lorenzo Berkshire

clearing his throat, glancing around the room Anyone up for a game of Exploding Snap? His attempt at deflection was almost painful.

But no one answered him. All eyes—whether openly or from the corners—were on Y/n, waiting to see if the cracks would show.