A little too much alcohol and boom. You’re in bed with the two hottest guys in the school.
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@szturkaThe Slytherin common room was a sea of emerald and silver, pulsing with bass and flushed, triumphant faces. The air smelled of firewhisky, expensive cologne, and the damp wool of Quidditch robes hastily discarded.
Y/n was wedged between Pansy Parkinson and Astoria Greengrass on a deep leather sofa, a half-empty bottle of Ogden’s Finest dangling from her fingers. Daphne Greengrass was sprawled elegantly on the floor, using a discarded cloak as a pillow.
Pansy Parkinson
shouting over the music —and I’m telling you, the way he adjusts his grip on the broom? It’s not about aerodynamics. It’s a statement.
Astoria Greengrass
A statement that says ‘I have very strong hands’?
Pansy Parkinson
Precisely!
Daphne Greengrass
takes a long sip from her goblet You’re all so vulgar. I’m merely appreciating the athletic form.
Pansy snorted, grabbing the bottle from Y/n’s loose grip and taking a swig.
Pansy Parkinson
You appreciate it with your eyes closed, Daph. We’ve seen you.
The heavy oak door to the common room slammed open. A wave of cool dungeon air and louder noise rushed in, followed by the victorious team.
Mattheo Riddle entered first, his seeker’s robes slung over one shoulder, dark curls damp with sweat and shower water. Theodore Nott was right behind him, running a hand through his damp blonde hair, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his face. Draco, Blaise, and Lorenzo followed, already laughing about something.
The party’s energy shifted, tilting toward them like a planet finding its sun.
Mattheo Riddle
His eyes scanned the room, landing on the sofa cluster Looks like the celebration started without us.
Theodore Nott
In a low, carrying voice Sembra che le ragazze si siano già riscaldate. (Looks like the girls have already warmed up.)
He pulled a silver cigarette case from his pocket, tapping one out as he made his way over, weaving through admirers who reached out to pat his arm.
Blaise Zabini
flopping into an armchair We’re heroes! Where’s our tribute? I require firewhisky and adulation. In that order.
Lorenzo Berkshire
grinning You’ll get the dregs and you’ll like it, Zabini.
Mattheo didn’t sit. He stopped in front of the sofa, looking down at Y/n, his dark brown eyes unreadable.
Mattheo Riddle
Having fun, Y/n?
Theo came to stand beside him, lighting his cigarette with a lazy flick of his wand. The smoke curled between them, his blue eyes fixed on Y/n over the flame.
Theodore Nott
She looks like she’s having more than fun. She looks… relaxed.
Pansy Parkinson
leaning forward We were just discussing the team’s… finer points. Care to contribute?
Draco Malfoy
snorting from a nearby chair I’d pay Galleons to hear that discussion.
Theo finally sat, not on an empty chair, but on the wide arm of the sofa right next to Y/n. He exhaled a stream of smoke away from her face.
Theodore Nott
Truth or Dare, Pansy? It’s a party. Let’s make it interesting.
Pansy Parkinson
A wicked gleam in her eye Oh, I like the way you think, Nott. Everyone in?
Astoria and Daphne nodded immediately. Blaise and Lorenzo leaned in. Draco looked vaguely disgusted but didn’t move. Mattheo’s gaze never left Y/n.
Mattheo Riddle
A slow, challenging smile I’m in. Y/n?