TG

The rivalry between the elite Slytherins and the elite Gryffindors had long since stopped being about Quidditch scores or House pride. It was personal. By eighteen, they weren’t sneaking around teachers anymore—they were throwing underground parties in abandoned classrooms, smoking behind the Greenhouses, sneaking bottles of Firewhisky into the Astronomy Tower, and treating every hallway like enemy territory. Every shared class ended in insults. Every Hogsmeade weekend turned into another screaming match. Fists flew almost as often as spells. On one side stood the Slytherin elites—Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Lorenzo Berkshire, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass… and at the center of it all was Y/N. Y/N was the glue holding them together. The one they all protected without question. If someone came after her, they came after every single one of them. Across the castle, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and the elite Gryffindors were just as stubborn. Neither side ever backed down. They lived for the next argument, the next sarcastic comment, the next excuse to shove each other into a wall. Then one night everything exploded. A massive party was raging inside an abandoned section of the castle. Music echoed through enchanted speakers, smoke hung in the air, bottles littered every table, and half the students were already drunk. What started as another exchange of insults quickly turned ugly. Harry and Y/N ended up face-to-face. Normally, she could hold her own. She’d throw a sharp comeback, smirk, and walk away with her friends behind her. Not this time. Harry crossed a line. He threw a comment so personal that the room went dead silent. Every laugh stopped. Every conversation died mid-sentence. Spells were firing in every direction. Furniture splintered. Music cut out as people screamed and scattered. And through it all… Y/N stood frozen. Watching the people she cared about