hp, ginny/draco/blaize, the alt!silver trio, the boys who care more for their looks than the girl, the girl who is better at quidditch than the boys, boys who cuddle, a girl who swears, i want it all
There is a secret in the Slytherin dormitory and it started before anyone could have recognized it happening. Some of the older students thought about contacting Professor Snape but that seemed like a terrifying last-resort. Some of the others discussed speaking to Dumbledore or McGonnagal, but these options, too - seemed more terrifying than the strange thing that was happening in the dungeons. One rather bright and quiet first year asked a House Elf they accidentally found making the beds when he was sent back to bed after sneezing out a bright purple bogie. The House Elf - and every other that curious Slytherins were able to get their hands on - stated that it wasn't so unusual, really. Usually once a generation or so there was something like this that happened. Something special. It was the castles way of showing approval and giving it's blessing. Rare, but not unheard of. "But don't let them hear of it, they'll be furious," they all whispered to each other
( ... )
Blaise Zabini is one-hundred percent of the time a mystery to the gossips at Hogwarts. The only relationships he’s ever let slip out are ones that he’s already ended
( ... )
Cohabitating with Blaise had broken down all the ridiculous barriers between the two of them and while for a short time they kept up their debaucherous ways outside of the privacy of their bedroom, it quite frankly got exhausting. Why keep up the endless pursuit when the thing that you wanted was right under your fingertips?
(Alright. Their joint seduction of Lindsey Stuart and her twin brother Landry had been too wicked and delicious to not do. They worked best as a team. And if Lindsey and Landry were now ruined for life and probably wouldn’t speak for the next four or five Christmases, well that wasn’t their fault for being so damn good at what they do.)
She would have preferred if they could combine their efforts - surely Draco couldn’t resist both of them if they set their minds to it - but Blaise was clearly playing his own game and she wasn’t invited. The sheer amount of cuddling Blaise was subjecting Draco to was verging on the edge of ridiculous. Or at least, she thought it
( ... )
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our best kept secret
There is a secret in the Slytherin dormitory and it started before anyone could have recognized it happening. Some of the older students thought about contacting Professor Snape but that seemed like a terrifying last-resort. Some of the others discussed speaking to Dumbledore or McGonnagal, but these options, too - seemed more terrifying than the strange thing that was happening in the dungeons. One rather bright and quiet first year asked a House Elf they accidentally found making the beds when he was sent back to bed after sneezing out a bright purple bogie. The House Elf - and every other that curious Slytherins were able to get their hands on - stated that it wasn't so unusual, really. Usually once a generation or so there was something like this that happened. Something special. It was the castles way of showing approval and giving it's blessing. Rare, but not unheard of. "But don't let them hear of it, they'll be furious," they all whispered to each other ( ... )
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Cohabitating with Blaise had broken down all the ridiculous barriers between the two of them and while for a short time they kept up their debaucherous ways outside of the privacy of their bedroom, it quite frankly got exhausting. Why keep up the endless pursuit when the thing that you wanted was right under your fingertips?
(Alright. Their joint seduction of Lindsey Stuart and her twin brother Landry had been too wicked and delicious to not do. They worked best as a team. And if Lindsey and Landry were now ruined for life and probably wouldn’t speak for the next four or five Christmases, well that wasn’t their fault for being so damn good at what they do.)
She would have preferred if they could combine their efforts - surely Draco couldn’t resist both of them if they set their minds to it - but Blaise was clearly playing his own game and she wasn’t invited. The sheer amount of cuddling Blaise was subjecting Draco to was verging on the edge of ridiculous. Or at least, she thought it ( ... )
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