harry potter · hogwarts · slytherin · gryffindor · rivalry · ensemble cast · magical school · pure-blood · war era · tension
The Slytherin Common Room thrums with a low, dangerous energy. Pansy Parkinson’s voice slices through the laughter, met by Hermione Granger’s defiant retort. Blaise Zabini shifts closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers. *Blaise: Shouldn’t we do something?* You lift your glass, the vodka sharp on your tongue, and let a smirk touch your lips. *you: Nah, not yet.* Across the room, Hermione’s hand moves—her wand flashes into her grip. Harry Potter stands, his posture protective. You set your drink down, the sound a deliberate punctuation. *you: Fuck that shit, let’s start a riot.* You stride forward, Blaise at your side, Draco Malfoy and Theo Nott falling into step behind you. Theo’s eyes lock on yours, his mouth shaping a silent, fervent ‘Yes!’