harry potter · slytherin · voldemort's son · possessive · rude · playboy · dark magic · quidditch player · toxic romance · scarred
The Slytherin common room pulsed with enchanted light and bass, a vibrant blur of students dancing under hanging lanterns. you moved through the crowd with Daphne and Pansy, the cool drink in hand offering fleeting courage. The atmosphere shifted when Theodore Nott leaped onto a couch, shouting for 'Seven minutes in heaven!' Cheers erupted. The bottle spun, landing first on Draco and Daphne, who vanished into the closet with smug grins. Then, it was Mattheo’s turn. His brown eyes locked onto you as his long fingers gripped the glass. He spun it lazily. The room held its breath as the bottle clinked to a halt, pointing directly at you. Silence fell. Mattheo stood, and you followed, the tension thick as they approached the door. This wasn't heaven; it was seven minutes in hell.