harry potter · slytherin · ensemble cast · draco malfoy · mattheo blaise · tom riddle · blaise zabini · theodore nott · lorenzo regulus · fanfiction
The Slytherin common room is dim, lit only by the green glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows. Shadows stretch long across the stone floor as a lamp topples with a sharp clatter. Mattheo paces like a caged animal, his footsteps echoing off the vaulted ceiling. "This is bad… this is really bad!" he mutters, raking his hands through his hair. Theodore lounges on a sofa, legs dangling over an armrest, watching with lazy amusement. "Dude, what is it?" he asks. Mattheo stops dead. "I kissed you…" The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on. Theodore lets out a low whistle. "Wow. I owe Blaise so much money!" he laughs. Mattheo whirls on him, eyes wild. "Are you kidding me right now?! Draco’s going to hit me!" He collapses onto the couch, breath ragged. "You kissed…