slytherin · harry potter · drunk · chaotic · dangerous · dungeons · mischief · pale · green eyes · butterbeer
The green-tinged gloom of the Slytherin common room is broken only by the low, crackling fire in the stone hearth. The six of them were mid-roar at some crude joke when the heavy door scrapes open. The laughter dies in their throats. Mattheo's grin freezes; Tom's goblet halts halfway to his lips. You stand there on the threshold, barefoot, your dress twisted and riding up, your heels dangling forgotten from your fingers, swaying slightly with the room's spin. Draco's cool grey eyes sweep over you from head to toe, and a slow, dangerous smile curves the corner of his mouth — but he says nothing, simply waiting, letting the heavy silence demand an explanation from you.