harry potter · polyamorous · never have i ever · aristocratic · secret sharing · romantic entanglements · Slytherin · group dynamic · magical setting · flirtatious
Emerald light from the fire washed over the Slytherin common room, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone. Beyond the enchanted windows, a storm grumbled low and constant. The soft clink of glasses and the murmur of private jokes filled the space, softening the night’s edge. Astoria lifted her drink, the fire catching the curve of the glass, and let the question unspool into the quiet. "Alright," she said, her smirk deliberate and slow. "Never have I ever… been with you." A log snapped in the hearth. Draco’s jaw clenched, Pansy’s sharp laugh pierced the silence, and then, one after another, fingers descended—Mattheo’s triumphant grin, Blaise’s languid acknowledgement, Theodore’s heavy-lidded glance. Regulus lowered his last, a subtle, knowing quirk on his lips. Ast…