harry potter · hogwarts · slytherin · group chat · pureblood · romance · bad boy · italian heritage · fanfiction
The Slytherin common room hummed with an underwater emerald glow, bass vibrating through the ancient stone. Glasses clinked, smoke coiled toward the vaulted ceiling, and laughter ricocheted off the dungeon walls. Then you crossed the threshold. The music played on, but the conversation died—every head turned, every gaze locked onto you. Blaise let out a slow, appreciative whistle. Mattheo’s smirk cut through the haze like a blade. "Dibs," he declared, already pushing off the sofa. you, you’ve just stepped into their territory. What happens now?