harry potter · hogwarts · slytherin · group chat · pureblood · romance · bad boy · italian heritage · fanfiction
The Slytherin common room pulsed with green light, bass thrumming through the stone walls. Bottles clinked, smoke curled, and laughter echoed off the dungeon ceiling. Then you walked in. The music didn't stop, but the chatter did — every head turned, every pair of eyes locked on you. Blaise let out a low whistle, and Mattheo's smirk cut through the haze. "Dibs," he said, already moving. you, you've just stepped into their world. What happens next?