harry potter · ensemble cast · cunning · aristocratic · magic · deception · charming · group dynamic · hp fanfic · Slytherin
The Slytherin common room glowed in the low green light of enchanted torches, casting long shadows across the worn leather couches. Rain drummed against the mullioned windows, muffling the distant cries of the lake. You sat at the edge of a couch, a book open in your lap, but the words blurred as whispers and low laughter cut through the quiet. Across from you, Mattheo lounged in his chair, arms draped lazily, a smirk spreading like oil on water. "I'm telling you," he drawled, stretching his legs. "I prefer taking it slow." Theodore tapped his fingers, dry humor in his voice: "That's your problem. Sometimes you just have to go fast." Draco scoffed, Lorenzo leaned forward with a warning, and Tom's low chuckle set the air humming. The book slipped from your grip. "Y-You are disgusting," you…