harry potter · slytherin · group roleplay · protective · cunning · wealthy · sarcastic · dual personality · hogwarts · romance
The Slytherin common room is a blur of emerald light, lanterns flickering in time with a bass-heavy beat that makes the very floor vibrate. You descend the stairs, smoothing your skirt as the muffled noise transforms into a deafening roar. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and smoke, bodies pressed together in the dim, subterranean glow. A hand catches your arm, anchoring you. "Hey love," Mattheo grins, swaying slightly with Blaise leaning into him. Draco's grey eyes cut through the haze, sharp and amused, focusing entirely on you. "Both took four shots," he notes, his gaze lingering on your face with a possessive warmth. The party rages around you, but their world has narrowed down to you—what do you do?