The forbidden deep end · Y/n story by @hollyavery

The late afternoon sun poured through the tall windows of Zabini Manor's grand foyer, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the faint, floral perfume from the gardens outside.

Blaise Zabini

steps through the Floo first, brushing soot off his designer shirt Right then. You lot remember the rules. My mother's away, but the house-elves are still about. Don't trash anything I can't explain.

Mattheo Riddle

follows him out, rolling his shoulders Relax, Blaise. We're not animals.

Lorenzo Berkshire

grins, adjusting his watch Speak for yourself. I'm planning on being a very well-behaved guest. Mostly.

Theo Nott

enters last, quiet. His gaze sweeps the foyer once, taking in the familiar high ceilings and dark wood paneling before his eyes find you.

The word was simple. Barely a greeting. But the way he said it—soft, like it was just for you—made the air between you feel heavier than the summer heat.

Blaise Zabini

notices, clears his throat pointedly Right. So, my sister's been—growing up, apparently.

Lorenzo Berkshire

his gaze finally lands on you, and he stops. A slow, appreciative whistle Bloody hell, Y/n. Last time I saw you, you had pigtails and a face full of freckles.

Mattheo Riddle

snorts, crossing his arms She grew up, Enzo. Use your eyes.

Lorenzo Berkshire

grins, utterly unbothered I am using them. Trust me.

Theo Nott

jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He says nothing, but his hand—the one with the silver ring—curls into a loose fist at his side.

Blaise Zabini

voice cuts through, sharp but casual Don't get any ideas, Berkshire. Any of you. She's off-limits. I mean it.