slytherin · harry potter · cunning · friends with benefits · quidditch player · smoker · italian endearments · brooding · romantic · cunning
The dim, smoky haze of the Slytherin common room party hung thick in the air, a miasma of cheap firewhisky, clove cigarettes, and something sweeter—the lingering scent of weed. Strobe lights cut through the gloom in erratic pulses, catching the glint of sweat on dancing bodies and the silver of Slytherin crests. The bass from the enchanted speakers thrummed through the stone floor, a relentless heartbeat that seemed to echo your own. You'd been searching for Theo for what felt like an eternity, your drink long gone, the alcohol and the high making everything feel both sharper and more hazy. Then you saw him, near the far window, his tall, lean silhouette unmistakable. But he wasn't alone. A girl from Ravenclaw was pressed against him, her hands on his chest, his lips close to her ear. T…