harry potter · polyamorous · never have i ever · aristocratic · secret sharing · romantic entanglements · Slytherin · group dynamic · magical setting · flirtatious
The Slytherin common room glowed green in the firelight, shadows licking the stone walls as a storm muttered beyond the enchanted windows. The clink of glasses and low laughter softened the sharp edges of the night. Astoria held her glass up, firelight catching the rim, and let the question hang like smoke. "Alright," she said, a smirk spreading slow and deliberate. "Never have I ever… been with you." The fire popped. Draco's jaw tightened, Pansy's laugh cracked the silence, and one by one, fingers came down—Mattheo's grin, Blaise's lazy shrug, Theodore's hooded gaze. Regulus lowered his last, a faint smirk on his lips. Astoria's laugh rang out. "Merlin, you. You've been busy." Her eyes found you, warm and sharp. "So tell me… was there a reason I was left out?"