note: here it finally is!! planning this series was so much fun!! as soon as i have most of the series written, i think the 'episodes' will come out once every week. let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!!
SEASON 1 !
episode 01. what’s the plan again?
ೃ⁀➷ mattheo’s sure he’s cracked the case this time, but his “genius” plan drags everyone into a mess. theo’s annoyed, blaise is convinced he'll die, enzo’s just trying to stay out of it and draco’s researching ways to dispose of evidence. what started as a small mystery spirals out of control, and now they’re all in way deeper than they ever imagined. oops.
episode 02. haunted, obviously
ೃ⁀➷ mattheo’s “protective charm” locks everyone out of their rooms, forcing them to spend the night in the common room. no wands, no teachers, and strange noises that send blaise and enzo into full panic mode. as paranoia grows, they’re left wondering if they’re really safe—or if something darker is lurking in the shadows.
episode 03. confusion: signed, sealed, delivered
ೃ⁀➷ a mysterious love letter, oddly lacking both a sender and a recipient, shakes things up in the group. everyone has a theory—who wrote it, who it’s for, and who’s making the situation way more awkward than it needs to be. (hint: it's everyone.)
pairing: slytherin!group x fem!nott!reader (romantic interest to come…)
summary: mattheo’s sure he’s cracked the case this time, but his “genius” plan drags everyone into a mess. theo’s annoyed, blaise is convinced he'll die, enzo’s just trying to stay out of it and draco’s researching ways to dispose of evidence. what started as a small mystery spirals out of control, and now they’re all in way deeper than they ever imagined. oops.
warnings: mentions of drugs, mentions of murder, but in a funny way (you’ll see lol), swearing, teenagers being teenagers
note: chapter one is finally here!! so excited to hear your opinions in the comments. also: what do we think about the possible love interest hinted at the end? are we in favor??
mattheo riddle was sitting on a couch in the slytherin common room, body bend forward, only the the tip of his arse still on the seat. he was holding a magnifying glass, studying a piece of parchment on the table in front of him.
"huh" theo muttered when he came down the stairs and saw mattheo's weird position. "working on your divination essay? you know we have to submit it in three days, you're about five days too early"
mattheo rolled his eyes at his friends lame joke, but didn't look up from the parchment.
"he's been staring at that for the past twenty minutes" draco added, who was slumped on an armchair across from mattheo, reading the newspaper. "he's acting all mysterious"
"that was awesome" blaise' voice suddenly bounced off the walls of the common room, when he and enzo entered, highfiving each other, before peeling out of their quidditch gear. they threw themselves down on the sofa on either side of mattheo, who frowned in annoyance.
"it was pretty peaceful before you guys came along" he muttered, eyeing theo, blaise and enzo.
"well, what's ruined your day, huh?" blaise puffed out air like he was smoking a cigarette, as he leaned back on the sofa and tried to reach for mattheo's shoulder, who moved out of the way before blaise was able to touch him.
"yeah" enzo agreed. "we missed you on the pitch. blaise learned this really cool—“
"this is serious, okay?" mattheo interrupted, reaching for his parchment, that theo had been studying while mattheo was preoccupied.
"that just looks like random numbers" theo shrugged, a little surprised by mattheo's sudden maturity.
"he believes it's a code" draco exclaimed with a roll of his eyes.
mattheo, completely ignoring draco, put on a knowing look. "i believe it to be a code" he said, matter of factly.
draco pointed a lame hand in mattheo's direction, followed by a very clear facial expression that basically said: 'i told you, he's crazy.'
theo sighed, realizing that he probably wouldn't be able to spend the rest of his day in peace, if he wouldn't indulge further. "a code?" he asked. "what makes you think that?"
"well" mattheo smiled smugly, like he had just been waiting for someone to ask about his investigation. "i spyed on your sister—" he paused at theo's sharp glance and lowering gaze. "not like that, mate, come on." mattheo shook his head, like he couldn't fathom theo jumping to such a conclusion. "well, i heard her talking, to pansy. they were discussing something dangerous, i just immediately knew"
"what did they say?" enzo perked up. "are they in danger?"
theo crossed his arms. "are you sure?" he exchanged a glance with blaise. "last time you said that, you got us convinced pansy had a stalker. turns out her and y/n had been talking about an episode of 'unsolved mysteries', but by the time we realized that mcgonnagall didn't really care anymore, did she?"
"that was a simple mistake, could've happened to anyone"
"i still have nightmares about that day" enzo muttered.
"i had to step down from my position as a prefect!" draco argued. "i was only allowed to be one the next year for special services, which required me to be filch's little helper for a month"
"i said i was sorry" mattheo crossed his arms in annoyance. "and this time i'm sure, by the way."
"you are?" enzo asked.
"i am" mattheo confirmed. "this message isn't any regular one. i know those numbers. it's part of benny's code"
"benny?" blaise repeated. "you mean blackout benny?" he asked with a worried expression as he leaned forward to try and study theo's reaction.
theo's face had whitened, shortly getting rid of any emotion, before anger crossed his features. "i swear to god, mattheo, if i find out my sister's taking heroin or cocaine, you're gonna die a painful death"
"what?" mattheo asked stunned. "what do i have to do with that?"
"i don't know" theo shrugged sarcastically. "who was the one to buy coke from benny for that ravenclaw party last year?"
"that was one time"
"impossible" blaise shook his head. "either you suddenly have eidetic memory, —what should be impossible after all the weed you smoked— or you used that code often enough to remember it."
"i'm kinda convinced it's the second one" enzo shrugged.
"i'm gonna kill you" theo muttered between clenched teeth, but draco's arm shot forward, before he was able to throw himself at mattheo.
"maybe we should all calm down" draco send a sharp look in theo's direction, who finally nodded.
"yeah, yeah" mattheo nodded, slumping back onto the couch, from which he had risen the second he thought he might have to fight theo.
"let's not jump to conclusions without properly thinking"
"couldn't we just ask black— i mean benny, what y/n and pansy wanted?" enzo suggested.
"and get roped into this?" blaise asked in disbelief. "who knows how deep they're in. it starts with coke and quickly evolves to a cartel level of involvement."
"i think we're still pretty far from that" theo smiled sarcastically.
"you all go ahead and search for benny" draco directed.
"and what about you?" mattheo asked confused.
"i'm gonna stay back and search for legal ways to dispose of evidence." he sent a look in theo's direction, who had started frowning at the mention of evidence. "just in case of course"
"sure" theo nodded. the others were easier to convice as they got up from their position and followed mattheo outside the common room.
"so where do we find benny?" blaise asked as soon as they were out of the dungeon, he looked around suspiciously, as if someone was spying on them.
"the code is the answer" mattheo grinned, pointing at the confusing numbers. “each number stands for a different information.”
"i think i got it", enzo mumbled, studying the parchment, mattheo held in the middle of the four. "ehh, he's waiting behind the witch with the black hat? no, wait next to hagrids— does this even make any sense?" he looked at theo, who quietly shook his head.
"he's in the courtyard" mattheo shrugged. "benny had these complicated codes back when he started, but he always forgot where he was supposed to be, so he started handing out the same over and over again. he's in the courtyard, trust me."
"i'm not so sure we should" theo send mattheo a suspicious glance, before he started walking in the direction of the courtyard, enzo right behind him.
a hand slipped onto mattheo's shoulder. "i'm getting the baddest vibes from this, mattheo" blaise muttered, quiet enough for the others to not hear. "maybe we should start asking ourselves how much we love pansy and y/n"
"yeah" mattheo nodded ominiously. "come on."
the courtyard was empty when the slytherins arrived, but there was a shadow creeping behind a tree and when he heard the approaching steps, benny revealed himself.
"remember, confidence is key" mattheo reminded his friends. "we don't know what's going on, but that doesn't mean benny knows that"
"sayonara, nott!" blackout benny greeted.
"'sayonara' means goodbye, idiot" theo crossed his arms, unamused.
"wow" benny shook his head, pressing a hand against his chest as if he had been wounded by theo's words. "why so hostile?"
"yo, benny," blaise stepped in front of theo, puffing out his chest like he was auditioning for a gangster drama. "we need answers. pronto. and no funny business, alright?"
benny squinted. "funny business? i am funny business. what are you even talking about?"
mattheo stepped forward, his expression dark, dramatic, and entirely too intense for the situation. "we know you know about everything, benny."
benny blinked. "what?"
"you know what," mattheo said cryptically and benny shook his head cluelessly.
"don’t lie to us, benny," blaise jumped in, his voice shaking slightly. "we know the stakes are high, but some of us—" he paused for dramatic effect, swallowing hard, "—some of us might not make it out alive."
"okay, whoa," benny held up his hands. "what in merlin’s saggy socks are you talking about? make it out of what?"
theo sighed, glancing at blaise with an incredulous look in his eyes. "ignore him," he furrowed his brows, stepping closer. "have you talked to my sister today?"
"oh" benny smiled and a smug smirk displayed itself on his features. "depends"
"depends?" blaise repeated with a sudden panic in his voice. "oh god we know too much, right? and now we've seen your face, there's no other way" he sank to his knees in front of benny and closed his eyes, as if he was waiting for an incoming shot or hex. "i mean i always knew i would die this way, i'm sure another way would've been way too boring considering my bright personality, at least i go down like—"
"what the fuck are you doing?" mattheo interrupted, dragging blaise back onto his feet by his arm.
"i'd like to point out that we've known how benny looked for years" enzo added and hid a giggle behind his hand. "also: how long was that final monologue supposed to be?"
"you're not gonna kill us?" blaise questioned, opening one eye and then the other to glance at benny.
"the fuck? of course not, i'm selling coke, i'm not a fucking killer"
"well, matter of interpretation" theo shrugged. "but calm down, blaise"
"so, as i was saying" benny muttered, sending a sharp gaze in blaise's direction as if to try and see how many times he would throw himself down on the ground. "depe—well, how much is it worth to you?" benny smirked.
"worth to us?" enzo repeated confused.
"due to your elaborate spending habits, i know you guys are loaded, don't go stupid on me now" benny held out his hand, moving his fingers, repeatedly opening and closing a fist. "well?"
theo sighed, before he grabbed a few galleons and threw them in benny's waiting hand. the others followed quickly after.
"i do think that might be enough to get me to talk" benny nodded, putting the money away. "pansy and y/n were here this morning and bought something for their, well, let's call it an event"
"event?" enzo repeated with furrowed brows.
"wow, very specific, thank you benny" mattheo rolled his eyes. "what did they buy?"
"supplies" benny shrugged, not even trying to break it down further. "well, the usual, had to bring it to one of those giant abondended classrooms"
"how much?" theo asked between clenched teeth.
"oh" benny laughed. "a lot. the girls spend more than double of what you guys just gave me"
"oh god. this is bad." blaise muttered. "we all know what kind of event need this much of supplies—"
"a party?" enzo suggested.
"a massive smuggle" blaise quickly interrupted before enzo could continue. “drug cartel, mafia, pablo escobar level”
"my sister isn't smuggling drugs," theo shook his head, clearly annoyed at blaise's suggestion.
“how do you know pablo escobar?” enzo muttered confused.
“well, i’ve done my research”
“you mean you’ve watched narcos” mattheo rolled his eyes. “told you muggle shows were stupid. you’ve turned all paranoid.”
"well, whatever your sister is doing, i can’t discuss it further, because i have to go now" benny said, mingling himself back into the conversation. "got places to be"
"very practical, huh?" mattheo called after him. "you're probably involved in this—in this eh— drug scheme! yeah!"
"so what now?" enzo asked, staring at the door benny had just disappeared behind. "i mean we know close to nothing, right?"
"we know enough" blaise disagreed. "enough to keep out of it now"
"keep out of it?" theo repeated. "whatever my sister got herself into, i won't just leave her to deal with it on her own."
"well, she's still got pansy" blaise shrugged, unbothered. "isn't one of us going down with her enough?"
"no one's going down just now" enzo said, surprisingly calm. "what is the plan, theo?"
"well, i think we should find draco, tell him what we know and see how to go from there and maybe also search for that classroom."
"i didn't know your name was theo" theo furrowed his brows and send a look to mattheo, who shrugged like he had simply overheard that enzo hadn't been talking to him.
the slytherins walked back through the door to the castle and into the direction of the common room. before they could walk down the stairs to the dungeon, a frantic draco came running up, a thick book in hand.
"ha!" he called as soon as his eyes fell on his friends. "i got it!! the perfect loophole: we're allowed to get rid of evidence, as long as it doesn't include any illegal substances—" he lowered the book. "no! why are you all looking at me like that? took me an hour to find this"
"well, draco—" enzo muttered, but was interrupted by mattheo.
"they're in deep" he quickly said. "meth, coke, heroin and whatever else comes to mind."
"drama queen" theo muttered with a roll of his eyes. "as long as we make sure it ends now and doesn't escalate further, no one is in deep."
blaise shook his head in disbelief. “we’re already in deep. why can’t we just save ourselves and send a nice postcard to pansy and y/n in azkaban? you know, like, ‘thinking of you—hope the dementors are chill.’”
“stop whining,” theo growled, clapping him on the shoulder. “if they’re going down, we’re going down too. that’s what friends do.”
blaise shook his head, muttering, “friends don’t let friends get killed by drug smuggling”
"so far you're the only one speaking about getting killed" enzo smiled. "so you might be a tad bit paranoid. we just go and find pansy and y/n in that abandoned classroom and everything will turn out to be okay."
the rest of the group nodded, before they fell into easy step, enzo and draco following the group as the last.
"i don't enjoy saying this" draco whispered, so only enzo was able to understand. "but if it's really something to do with smuggle, then we're doomed. no one comes clean from that, not even in the wizarding world."
"i know" enzo nodded, sending a fake smile in blaise's direction, when he turned around and looked at draco and enzo suspiciously. "we just have to hope it's anything but that."
"hey, nott?" a sudden voice behind them made them perk up. hermione granger was standing at the entrance of the library, a stack of books under her arm and a piece of paper in her other hand. she was waving it around frantically.
"granger?" draco and theo said at the same time.
"your sister left this here earlier" she handed the paper to theo. "don't know if it's important, but i'd hate losing stuff i wrote down while studying, so i thought she should have it.“
"ehh, thank you" theo nodded. "i'll pass it on."
hermione send the group a tight-lipped smile, tinged with a little bit of suspicion, before she turned around and started walking in the direction of the gryffindor common room.
"well, are you gonna read it?" mattheo questioned, as the five of them stood leaning over the paper in theo's hand.
"i don't know" theo mumbled unsure. "what if it's private?"
"i think private went flying out the window about an hour ago" draco remarked, crossing his arms.
theo sighed, but nodded and unfolded the parchment. this one was a little simpler than the last, a list with names. it took them all a moment to comprehend that their own ones were written on it.
"i'm the only one talking about killing, huh?" blaise screeched at enzo, before he ripped the paper from theo's hands, holding it up and pointing at it like a madman. "this is a fucking HITLIST!"
enzo shrugged. "it could very well just be a guest—“
"AND LOOK WHO'S NAME IS RIGHT AT THE TOP!" blaise continued screaming. "WELL, YOU GUESSED IT! MINE!!!"
"woah" mattheo muttered, his eyes scanning the names. "if anything i should be worried. my name is the first one, yours is only the third."
"technically you just have to be faster than mattheo and draco," theo shrugged sarcastically.
"well, that's really comforting, theo" blaise' eye seemed to be twitching in an unusual rhythm. "especially knowing your name comes last between all of us. i bet you're just waiting to throw us under the bus and save yourself."
"don't be ridiculous, blaise" enzo shook his head, trying to reach for the list, but blaise moved his hand before he was able to.
"enzo is right" draco nodded. "theo would never do something like that, come on."
"he doesn't have to" blaise nodded as if he was seeing through everything. "i mean he's got his killer sister to take care of it, am i right?"
"wait when did we establish y/n was a killer?" mattheo asked confused, exchanging glances with theo. "thought she was just a coke whore or whatever that kind of job is called nowadays."
"you've all gone way too far with your disrespect" theo muttered between clenched teeth. "my sister is neither a killer nor a fucking coke whore, what the actual fuck mattheo?"
"i'm just the messenger" mattheo held up his hands in surrender.
"yeah! he's right!" blaise nodded frantically. "and you know what they say about the messenger? DON'T KILL HIM!!"
"let's just all calm down, eh?" enzo suggested in a soft voice, one of his hands each on blaise's and theo's shoulders. "we just have to find out what's going on. and that abandoned classroom seems to be the best way to do that, right?"
the group all collectively nodded, while mumbling a few inaudible sentences.
the slytherins continued to walk through the giant hallways of the castle, following noise around corners, until they arrived in front of a door, which was probably the one you and pansy were behind.
mattheo outstretched his hand to twist the knob, when a person quickly slid between him and the still closed door.
the group made similar noises of surprise.
blaise screamed loudly.
"you can't go in there" pansy smiled sweetly, "not yet anyway"
"what are you hiding?" mattheo narrowed his eyes, watching the girls expression closely.
pansy furrowed her brows and crossed her arms. "why are you so eager? i thought today was firewhiskey friday. shouldn't you be slurring your words by now?"
"this isn't funny, pansy" theo interrupted from behind. "we're worried."
"worried?" pansy repeated with a hint of surprise. "unusually caring for you guys, huh? and you, blaise? been through it, what?"
blaise exchanged a nervous glance with draco. "for the protocol: i know nothing, about nothing and have no idea who's involved in anything. that should do it, yeah" he nodded, quite proud about saving himself from a seemingly dangerous situation.
"involved in what?" pansy smiled as she shook her head. "is it possible y'all watched too many muggle films about cartels or something?"
"there!" blaise screeched, pointing an accusing finger at pansy, who raised her brows impossibly higher. "she said the c-word. oh god, this is it."
"relax, blaise" enzo clamped a hand around blaise's shoulder. "that was obviously a joke. where's y/n?" he asked, with a little hope to break up the situation before it could escalate.
pansy's eyes wandered to the door. "she's busy"
"pansy" theo muttered in a warning tone. "i want to see my sister. now"
"oh god, she's probably already dead" blaise shook his head, the panic temporarily returning.
"she's not dead, idiot" pansy rolled her eyes. "she's just doing something at the moment."
"doing what? coke?" mattheo snorted, but his laughter quickly died down at the expression on pansy's face.
"you're gonna let us through the door, pansy" theo demanded.
"yeah, he's right" draco nodded with slumped down shoulders, already accepting his fate. "there's no point in hiding it any longer."
"hm" pansy nodded. "i guess you're right"
faster than any of them could react, she had thrown the door open. blaise winced, throwing his hands up in front of his face.
"surprise!" the room was filled with party decor in every possible corner. there was a huge banner that read 'happy birthday', drinks and food had been organized on a table and various guests were smiling at the clueless group of slytherins, who all seemed to sigh in relief at the sight in front of them.
"what—?" blaise let his hands sink down as his eyes flew around the room, almost passing out from the shock of well, nothing threatening ahead of him.
"hey guys" you smiled, walking through the crowd of people. "happy birthday, mattheo" you grinned, hugging the boy, who reluctantly returned the gesture.
"eh thank you" he muttered with a nod, before turning in draco's direction. "that was today?"
draco just shrugged.
mattheo had been so busy with this whole conspiracy theory, he had completely forgotten what day it was, not that he was normally very excited to remember his birthday. this was probably the first party he had gotten since he had been a kid.
that realisation made him unfreeze, as he broke into a smile. "thank you!" he repeated, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek before walking into the room and greeting the other guests.
"what's gotten into you?" you still smiled, but looked a little confused as you looked from one boy to the next. they still hadn't walked into the room, the same confusion on their faces as on yours.
"oh god" theo finally mumbled, walking through the group until he reached you, pressing you close to his chest and hugging you. "i'm so glad you're not a coke-whore"
"huh?" you mumbled against your brother's chest.
"long story" draco shrugged, when you found his eyes.
"oh" you suddenly remembered. "so i guess you guys found the clue pansy and i left behind?"
"clue?" enzo repeated.
"well, we thought the best way to keep mattheo from finding everything out was to keep him busy with thinking he's finding everything out." you smiled. "seems like it worked better than we thought" you chuckled nervously.
"benny said you bought a lot of supplies" theo added.
"yeah, party supplies" you nodded. "benny has a side hustle, he's pretty good with the decor and stuff"
"fuck" blaise suddenly said, breaking out in obnoxious laughter.
"oh yeah" enzo said at that. "blaise was sure he was going to die."
"—die for you, y/n" blaise interrupted. "i was ready to sacrifice my own life, so that the bad guys would spare yours"
"aww blaise" you smiled after him as he walked around you and into the party.
"ladies, who's ready for some blaise?"
"don't believe a word of that" draco chuckled, clasping a hand around your shoulder and squeezing it, before he followed after blaise.
"well, now that we've discussed that, are you gonna come inside or what?" you asked, pointing behind you.
enzo and theo answered at the same time: "yeah."
sometime later, you were standing near the table with the drinks, watching mattheo cut the huge birthday cake in the middle of the crowd, when enzo stepped next to you, holding a cup filled with your favorite drink in your direction.
"oh, thanks" you smiled surprised, taking the cup from his hand.
"that was a crazy afternoon" enzo giggled. "but i have to pay pansy and you my respect, you guys got us pretty good. mattheo was busy the whole time, so i guess it was pretty successful. i think the code for benny was enough for all of us to start panicking."
"you really did?"
"well, mostly blaise, but yeah" he nodded, taking a sip from his cup. "i had a feeling it was something like this in reality, although i have to admit i was unsure from time to time too."
"you knew?"
enzo shrugged. "you have a lot of qualities but dealing or smuggling drugs isn't one of them, no offense"
you laughed at that and enzo felt a sudden warmth spread in his chest at the sound.
you opened your mouth to say something else, when enzo and you both saw pansy standing across the room, eagerly waving you over. "oh, seems like i'm needed."
"yeah" enzo nodded with a sigh of disappointment. "it's probably important."
"probably" you nodded, before you glanced back at him. "well, thanks for the drink and everything else" you smiled, before you went off, helping pansy to reorganize a few rogue balloons.
enzo wasn't able to take his eyes off of you.
your smile was enchanting and he was sure he had been under the influence of your special magic longer than he realized.
pairing: slytherin!group x fem!nott!reader, enzo berkshire x fem!nott!reader
summary: mattheo’s “protective charm” locks everyone out of their rooms, forcing them to spend the night in the common room. no wands, no teachers, and strange noises that send blaise and enzo into full panic mode. as paranoia grows, they’re left wondering if they’re really safe—or if something darker is lurking in the shadows.
warnings: cursing, a very bad scary story, haunted common room, slow burnnnn
note: finally episode two is here!! super excited to share this. enjoy these 4k words of my yapping lol!
“this is the worst day ever, seriously” blaise zabini said as he crossed his arms and let himself fall onto one of the big dark couches in the slytherin common room.
“come on, it’s not so bad” mattheo shrugged, trying to hide his smile.
“no, actually, he’s right” you gestured between your friends, all obviously annoyed, apart from (you guessed it) mattheo. “this is the worst day ever”
“some friends you are” mattheo mumbled under his breath, turning away and huffing about the situation.
“well, it’s your own fault” theo shrugged unbothered. “you had to come up with that stupid charm”
“excuse you?” mattheo bluffed, holding his heart like theo had hurt him deeply. “i was just trying to help”
“emphasis on trying” draco muttered, sorting through a chest of blankets which was standing against one wall of the common room. “that’ll do”
“i could conjure up a few sleeping bags or beds” mattheo suggested, raising his wand.
“no!” the slytherin screamed in unison and pansy ripped the wand from mattheo’s hand, before he was able to react.
“hey!” mattheo complained, but everyone just ignored him. “i was trying to do something nice for my friends. not a reason to be bitches about it.”
“say the word ‘bitch’ one more time and—“
before blaise could fulfill his threat, enzo came back into the room, just barely breathing.
“snape is already in his chambers— or whatever you call that”
“sleeping quarters?” you suggested and enzo pointed a finger at you, thankful for the help.
“well, that means we can’t do anything until tomorrow” draco concluded the obvious.
“shit” pansy muttered and all of you send similar hateful glances in mattheo’s direction.
“how are we going to explain it to him anyway?” you asked, while you helped your brother to unfold the couch to a bed. “hello professor snape, we are idiots and locked ourselves out of our rooms, could you help us get back in please?”
“no” blaise shook his head. “we’re going to say that mattheo is an idiot, he looked us out of our rooms and now he needs professor snape’s help to get back in.”
"again, i'd like to point out that the intention was to help you" mattheo declared dramatically. "but whatever, just sell me out like that i guess."
"great"
"works for me"
"sounds good"
your voices chorused through the room and mattheo pouted offended.
"okay, what way are we sleeping?" enzo asked the group.
you shrugged, not really caring where you would need to sleep.
"well" draco said, looking around the room. "four of us can sleep on the two couches. one can sleep in the armchair, it's long enough when we drag out the foot rest and i guess to of us have to sleep on the floor."
"i'd say the girls get one of the sofas" theo suggested, while packing up a folded blanket and handing it to you, before nodding to the couch behind your back.
"normally, i’d call out the whole 'superior male savior complex' thing," pansy smirked, draping herself over the couch with a dramatic sigh. "but tonight? i’ll allow it. anything’s better than the floor."
"i agree" you grinned, following her lead.
"how generous of you," blaise rolled his eyes. "well, one of us gonna volunteer for the floor?"
all eyes darted to mattheo, who was at fault for the entire thing anyway, since he had decided to highten the security on his friends' and especially the girls' dorm room doors, enchanting them with some weird spell, that should've just simply made sure that no unauthorised people could enter the room, but now not even the people who were supposed to could.
"yeah, yeah" mattheo muttered, stuffing the floor with a blanket and sitting down on it. "of course i'd be the first to go."
"yeah," blaise nodded. "if anything, i'm the victim, considering my back will hurt horribly tomorrow"
"you mean us" enzo raised his eyebrows and blaise quickly agreed, like he had simply mispoken on accident.
"so, rock, paper, scissors?" theo suggested and blaise, draco and enzo nodded, before they split into two teams, dueling each other until there was a winner on each side. they repeated the process until three people had won against the others and only one person had lost: enzo.
"this is just because i'm the youngest:" he muttered, when he arranged his bed down on the floor next to the sofa pansy and you were sleeping on.
"i don't think age is considered in the game, enz," you said in a soft tone, helping him to make the floor as comfortable as possible to lighten his mood.
"so what now?" draco asked as soon as they all had been settled: blaise and him on the remaining couch and theo on the arm chair, legs hanging over the footrest.
"scary stories?" mattheo suggested with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"aren't we a bit old for that?" draco asked with furrowed brows as he looked from one friend to another.
"we're a bit too old for sleepovers too, but who cares?" enzo grinned from the floor, catching your face light up at the mention of scary stories.
"do any of you know some?" you asked, adjusting your position under the blanket, ready to get scared.
"oh, please" mattheo smirked. he adjusted his position on the floor, before his voice dropped to a lower octave. "there’s a story the ministry doesn’t like to talk about. a case from decades ago, buried so deep you’d only find it if you knew what to look for. It’s about a child born to a pair of powerful wizards—prodigies, really. they wanted their child to be just as extraordinary as they were, maybe even more so. but there was one problem: their daughter eden was born a squib."
your brother and you exchanged unimpressed glances.
"a squib? really?" draco repeated.
"that's not meant to scare us, is it? because if you think that just because we all grew up in pureblooded families we might be scared of—"
"obviously not," mattheo interrupted blaise with a wave of his hand. "would you let me continue now?"
"go on," you nodded, crossing your arms and leaning back against the cushion of the sofa.
"so, eden was born a squib. and her parents? they couldn’t bear it. a child with no magic? in their family? so, they searched for a solution. and they found one—a forbidden spell from an ancient book, a ritual meant to transfer magical power from one soul to another. it required… a tether. something living." he looked between his friends ominiously. "they found a boy. a muggle orphan, barnett. young enough not to be missed, old enough to survive the spell—barely. they brought him into their home, dressed him like a brother to their daughter, and told the world he was family. the ritual worked."
you all shrieked up as the light flickered at his words. mattheo's smile widened, before he continued the story.
"eden gained incredible power, but the tether didn’t just give her the boy’s magic. it tied him to her—body and soul. at first, it wasn’t so bad. he would simply mimic her. if eden laughed, barnett smiled. but over time, it became… worse. eden started to hear barnett's voice in her head, whispering things she didn’t want to hear—begging her to let him go. one night, she woke up screaming. she said he was inside her skin, crawling, clawing his way out. they found her curled up in her bed, her body jerking violently. and barnett? he was standing in the corner, completely still, his eyes wide and empty."
the light flickered again and your hand unconciously clenched around pansy's wrist. pansy pulled the blanket closer, as if to shield you both from an invisible force.
“the parents tried to undo the ritual, but it was too late. barnett started appearing in places he shouldn’t have been—in reflections, in the dark corners of the house. eden began to waste away, her body covered in strange, blackened veins. she kept saying, ‘he’s taking it back.’ one morning, they found her lifeless in her bed. and barnett? he was gone."
you could see both blaise and draco furrow their brows simultaneously, unable to tell in which direction the ending of the story was going.
“the house was abandoned after that, left to crumble into ruin. sometimes, people walking by the old estate hear faint whispers, like the sound of children laughing. and if you look closely into the cracked windows, you might see a boy standing there, pale as death, waiting for someone to join him. some people said they could hear him whisper through the glass, calling for his sister: 'e—"
mattheo was interrupted by a loud thump. all of you shrieked up, your eyes on the wall were the sound had come from.
"that was probably just—" enzo wanted to say, before he too, was interrupted.
"eden!" a loud voice beamed, making you all start screaming simultaneously. "eden!" the chandelier above you started swining and the lights flickered once again.
the process lasted about thirty seconds, before everything stopped and the room looked totally normal again.
all of you had crowded together in a circle, watching the ordeal back to back.
"what the fuck was that?" pansy muttered, pressing a hand to her chest to calm her heartbeat.
your eyes wandered through the circle of people before they landed on mattheo and you stepped forward, a finger hitting his chest.
"ow!" mattheo cried at the surprising pain of your small touch.
"this isn't funny, mattheo" you snapped.
mattheo pushed your finger away. “calm down, woman. i didn’t even do anything.”
“then it was one of you!” pansy accused looking between the remaining guys.
“literally no one here has a wand, except for mattheo.” theo crossed his arms, annoyed at her stupid accusation, but there was also a hint of worry in his words.
mattheo rolled his eyes. “pansy took it earlier, remember? when i generously suggested to conjure up comfortable beds or something.”
all eyes flew to pansy.
“it wasn’t her.” you exclaimed with a shake of your head. you glanced over to the sofa, the abandoned wand lying in the middle of where pansy and you had sat. “i would’ve noticed.”
“great” blaise smiled sarcastically. “so that leaves… who exactly?”
“no one, okay?” draco nodded, his lips pressed tightly together. “this is a magical school and we’re inside an incredible old castle. this might just happen sometimes.”
you looked to the side to find enzo’s eyes, who just shrugged.
all of you knew that there needed to be a different explanation, but rather ignored the pending question, as you settled back to your sleeping spots.
there were a few more minutes of light chatter, all of you growing increasingly more tired, before it was finally time to sleep. with a wave of mattheo’s wand, pansy put out the light and all of you got under your blankets.
you drifted off to sleep easier than you would've guessed, your mind being tired down from an exhausting school day and your body feeling the effects of walking up and down stairs all day.
you didn't even mind the snoring of the boys, as your mind settled on a sweet dream about something you surely wouldn't remember in the morning.
just when you thought the night wouldn't be as bad as expected, you woke up around 3am, the air in the common room was ice cold and you were shivering even under your thick blanket.
you opened your eyes to try and find the source of the coldness in the darkness, only for your gaze to flicker to enzo, who was stirring in his sleep, before he finally opened his eyes, directly looking back.
enzo made a surprised sound at you looking down at him and sat up. "why are you awake?" he whispered, as to not wake your still sleeping friends.
"it's cold," you muttered back, your eyes wandering around the room once again.
"oh," enzo nodded. "the fire is out." he threw back his blanket and got up. "here, let me just.." he grabbed a few pieces of wood and reached for mattheo's wand on the table to enlight the flame. the fire prickled to life quickly, illuminating the room in a warm glow and you immediately felt a lot warmer.
"thank you." you smiled gratefully as you watched enzo walk back over.
"anything," he smiled down at you and even in the dark you could see his perfect white teeth and your cheeks grew pink from the warmth of his gaze.
for a few seconds the both of you just simply looked at each other. you, still sitting on the couch, and enzo leaning slightly over you, keeping his gaze locked onto your eyes.
the moment was interrupted by a loud bang, when a shelf collapsed, sending a dozen books down to the floor. you had gripped enzo’s hand and he had fallen onto your legs as he had shrieked away from the sudden sound.
the rest of the slytherins now opened their eyes too, just as disturbed from the sudden loudness as enzo and you.
"what the hell?" mattheo sat up, rubbing his eyes.
all eyes wandered to the books on the floor. draco and blaise sat up too, pansy groaned and theo cleared his throat when his gaze dropped to enzo sitting half on your lap. enzo got back onto his feet in a hurry.
"i see you're counting on my sister to protect you, huh?" theo quirked a brow, a sarcastic smile settling onto his lips. but he was less amused than annoyed.
"n-no" enzo stuttered and looked at you for help.
you rolled your eyes, not willing to entertain your brother any further than necessary. "well, if you must know,” you began, sitting up straighter, “enzo was just about to confess his undying love for me before the bookshelf rudely interrupted.”
enzo choked on air. “i—what?” he quickly shook his head. "theo, i swear i wasn't—"
pansy, now fully awake, smirked. “oh, this just got interesting.”
draco groaned, flopping back against the couch. “It’s too bloody late for whatever this is.”
theo, however, narrowed his eyes at you. “hilarious.” his tone was flat, but the slight twitch of his jaw told you he wasn’t entirely amused. “but let’s focus on the part where random objects are flying around while we’re supposed to be sleeping.”
"exactly." blaise nodded, pointing a hand in theo's direction. "i think theo brings up a very good point: someone should go over there and inspect the thing."
"okay. why not you?" mattheo challenged, narrowing his eyes at his friend.
blaise shook his head, laughing like mattheo had suggested the stupidest thing ever. "for obvious reasons, mattheo." without explaining further, his eyes darted across the room, landing on pansy and you. "ladies?"
"and they say chivalry is dead." pansy smiled sarcastically, crossing her arms across her chest, "i'm not doing shit. i heard draco has studied well for the upcoming defense exam. he should go"
"actually" draco corrected, holding up a finger. "theo has been the one who helped me study, so i really think he—"
"fucking babies." you muttered, climbing down from the couch and walking closer to the book shelf at the back of the room.
"the wand, y/n" mattheo suggested, as he nodded at the fireplace, where enzo had left his wand.
you nodded, gripping the wand in your hand and slowly stepping closer.
"you're really letting her do this?" enzo frowned in theo's direction. your brother simply shrugged, not quite convinved there was something that could hurt you waiting in the corner of the room.
"y/n, wait"
you froze in the middle of the room. the same distance between you and your friends as to the bookshelf in front of you. you turned around and saw enzo standing in the middle of the two couches, looking unsure.
"what?" you questioned at his dramatic stance.
"i'll come with you."
"i'm not going to war, enz."
you were unable to stop the boy, the determination had already settled on his face, as he grabbed a pillow and stepped across the room.
"fucking idiot," you could hear blaise mutter under his breath. "two funerals is gonna be super expensive."
"no ones getting buried." pansy whispered back harshly.
"and you're loaded anyway." theo lazily commented.
you ignored your friends, your gaze still fixed on enzo, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. you were sure whatever it was, it wasn't as bad as to warrant that kind of fear.
"you really don't have to." you furrowed your brows at the way the pillow was shaking in his hold. "it's probably nothing."
"but what if it isn't?" enzo glanced to the shelf. "then you need someone to protect you."
normally you would've immediately corrected that stupid assumption, but the boy was so determined and ready to jump between you and whatever was waiting near that shelf, that you just couldn't. he was too lovely for his own good.
"okay," you nodded, stepping closer to the shelf.
the atmosphere in the room only grew to be scarier, as all of you held your breaths and the slytherins kept their eyes trained on enzo and you, stepping closer to whatever was awaiting you.
your hand gently wandered over the shelf in the wall, and after a few quiet seconds, your exhaled your breath, relief flooding your features. "see?" you said, turning back to your friends, "nothing—"
a loud crash echoed through the room when the remaining shelves all broke through at the same time. enzo jumped forward, gripping your hand and effectively sending mattheo's wand flying, as he pushed you behind him and threw his weapon,—pansy's super soft foam pillow that she always carried in her enchanted bag in case she got tired—, at the shelf.
"run," he then screamed, pushing you back into the direction of the couches, accompanied by your and your friends frantic screams.
"now should be the right time to get the fuck out of here." pansy suggested with a screech.
"could you please, uh, NOT SCREAM THAT DIRECTLY INTO MY EAR?" blaise's voice rang through the room.
"great! you left the wand" mattheo looked a little shaken up, but a lot less than the rest of your friends. the same could be said about theo.
"calm down," your brother said loudly, interrupting the fight that was going on between pansy and blaise, who were both continuously screaming at each other.
"calm down?" blaise repeated. "this is the fucking conjuring. how am i supposed to calm down?!"
"what's the conjuring?" draco asked confused, looking at you for help, but you could only shrug, never having heard that name before.
"muggle horror film." theo exclaimed with a roll of his eyes. "what in merlins name are you doing?" he narrowed his eyes at blaise, who was hectically lifting blankets and seemingly searching for something.
"oh, i'm out of here." blaise shrugged, still searching. "but i'm not about to leave my gucci scarf down here."
"gucci scarf?" enzo repeated in a whisper.
"might be another muggle thing." you shrugged.
"and where exactly are we leaving to?" draco crossed his arms. "i'm not about to be caught in the halls and lose like 50 points each."
"whatever we decide on, my wand is still lying at the end of this room." mattheo nodded to the point where his wand was still moving a little from falling from your hand.
"that's on me." you nodded. "i'll get it." you stepped forward, but before you could move further, enzo pushed you back into pansy's arms.
"i'll go. it was my fault anyway."
"lovely." blaise nodded sarcastically. "i'm gonna find good words for your funeral, brother."
"ready to die for a girl who isn't even his girlfriend." draco muttered under his breath.
theo's head turned to the blonde boy, his gaze sharp. "his what?"
draco averted his eyes and followed the line of sight of the rest of his friends, including you, who were staring after enzo with a guiltridden expression.
enzo took one step after the other, very slowly nearing the wand, his eyes darting from one side of the room to the other, as if to look out for any hints of an intruder or another thing happening.
he hesitated only for a second before taking a step forward, reaching down toward where mattheo’s wand had landed—
then, without warning, the flames in the fireplace extinguished completely. darkness swallowed the room. the temperature plummeted once more.
and from the depths of the common room, an unmistakable whisper slithered through the air—low, cold, and utterly inhuman.
run.
all of you took a moment to react, frozen in your movement, before blaise broke your trance, jumping over the couch like he was a gold winning athlete. "save yourselves!" he screamed, already half up the stairs.
screaming, you and your friends bolted for the stairs, trampling over each other in a frantic attempt to get out.
mattheo tripped over a pillow. pansy shoved draco out of her way. enzo sprinted across the room, holding onto your wrist, practically dragging you toward the common room entrance.
you all arrived at the doors, which just wouldn't budge, trapping you in the room.
a loud laugh echoed through the room, as all of you stood, your backs pressed against the doors, looking ahead with sheer horror at whatever was about to reveal itself.
then a poof and the sickly satisfied expression on peeves' face was staring right at you.
"PEEVES?" pansy shrieked, her voice cracking as she clutched onto draco’s arm.
"you've got to be kidding." theo groaned, rubbing his temples.
mattheo exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. "i knew this was too stupid to be a real haunting."
"stupid?" peeves gasped, clutching his chest like he’d been mortally wounded. "STUPID?" then, as if deciding that was a compliment, he grinned. "oh, but it worked, didn’t it? look at you all! shaking in your boots!” he twisted midair and did a mock bow. “peeves wins again!"
"you're dead," blaise muttered. "dead. when the baron gets back, you’re done."
at that, peeves did a lazy backflip and grinned. "ah, but he’s not here tonight, is he? nooo, the baron is out twirling with the other ghosts, leaving poor little slytherins all alone… and ripe for a bit of mischief!" he cackled, swooping down to hover inches from theo’s face. "you lot are always so boring—all your rules and manners and pureblood traditions—blah, blah, blah! so i took my chance, locked you out of your rooms and had a little fun.”
"so it was you!" mattheo pointed at the ghost, before turning his gaze back to all of you. "see! it wasn't my fault, my hex would've worked just as intended if this stupid little—"
"actually," peeves interrupted, spinning in midair. "you were this close to making things a whole lot worse. your hex would’ve triggered a nasty smell throughout the whole castle, like rotten fish and burnt hair. not to mention it might've set the curtains on fire. a real disaster, if you ask me."
"what?!" mattheo's eyes widened in disbelief. "i didn’t—"
"of course you didn't, mattheo" pansy rolled her eyes, stepping away from the door and sending a last scornful look in peeves' direction. "if you would excuse me? i'm going back to sleep."
"yeah, me too." draco sighed, following pansy back down into the common room.
the rest of you nodded too, leaving peeves behind, who pouted at your sudden disinterest, as you settled back into your sleeping bags for the night.
tomorrow you would explain to professor snape what peeves had done, maybe leaving out the part where mattheo had nearly burned down something and cursed the entire castle, and he would hopefully help you unlock your rooms and return to normal.
enzo smiled up at you, when you had gotten comfortable under your blanket.
the others had already grown quiet, indicating them drifting off to sleep.
you were still wide awake, looking down at the boy, who didn't make any move to close his eyes or go back to sleep either.
"thanks for protecting me tonight." you whispered softly. "especially while you were scared too."
"any time." enzo assured.
you weren't sure what possessed you to do it, but your hand wandered down slowly, softly brushing against his arm, as if to comfort him.
"really, though," you continued, your voice quieter now, "i don’t think i could’ve made it through all that without you."
enzo's lips curled into a small smile, but he didn’t say anything right away. his hand, almost instinctively, moved closer to yours, fingers brushing against yours in the slightest, a silent acknowledgment.
"you’ve got a way of making me feel less stupid," he said after a beat, a teasing undertone in his voice that made you laugh softly.
"maybe that’s because you’re not stupid at all," you replied, your heart suddenly racing for reasons you couldn’t quite explain.
"is this okay?" he whispered softly, taking your hand into his fully.
you nodded, before you closed your eyes. enzo's voice being the last thing you heard before drifting off into a dream filled with the golden light of the sun and whispered promises under cherry blossom trees.
"goodnight, y/n." he whispered, his voice soft but sincere. "i'll be waiting for you."
summary: pansy and mattheo have a bit too much fun scaring draco, while getting more decorations for the party
warnings: none i think (pls correct me if i’m wrong)
note: disclaimer: i know i'm way too late with these parts, but on the tenth of the month, my aunt passed away very unexpectedly. we as a family hurried together, taking care of my cousins and arranging the funeral. the remaining parts of the special will be coming out the following days now, so sorry for the hold up, but as you can imagine, i had a lot of other stuff going on... love you guys and hope you had a safe and happy halloween!!
“i’m just saying” draco muttered, stepping over a pile of fake cobwebs “halloween is an absolutely ridiculous holiday. a celebration of bad costumes and even worse taste. made for people who are too untalented to succeed in any other life category”
“hh, lighten up, dracula,” pansy said, throwing a string of orange fairy lights at his chest. “it’s fun. you should try it sometime. if you continue to mop around like this, you'll have a face full of wrinkles by thirty”
“fun” draco repeated flatly, spitting the word out like it was a personal insult to him. he started untangling the lights from his sleeve. “you mean voluntarily participating in mass hysteria?”
mattheo, who was currently crouched on the table carving something into a pumpkin with an alarming amount of enthusiasm (he was probably producing something inappropriate), grinned up at him. “hysteria’s the entire point, dumbass. you’re supposed to be scared. it’s halloween, not a tea party, malfoy, though you'd even manage to make a tea party more boring than it already is”
“haha" draco chuckled fakely. "i’m not scared” he then added, which only made pansy and mattheo both look up in perfect synch.
“oh really?” pansy’s smirk could’ve powered the castle. “not even a little? because last year, someone—”
“do not bring up the suits of armor incident” draco warned, cutting her off immediately.
mattheo’s eyes sparkled in annoying excitement. “oh, please do”
pansy grinned like the cheshire cat. “he screamed so loud, filch came running with a mop. thought peeves had possessed him”
“that armor moved!” draco protested, already understanding that they probably wouldn't give much on his explanation “it wasn’t supposed to move!”
“right” mattheo said, wiping pumpkin guts on his sleeve. “and you think ghosts notify you before they decide to rattle a few old armors? gosh, malfoy”
pansy snorted and handed mattheo a candle. “speaking of, we need at least five more of these for the party. draco, be useful and help.”
“i’ll supervise” draco said immediately, stepping back a few feet. "..from right here!"
“you’ll carry boxes” pansy corrected “mattheo’s going to finish carving his pumpkin, i’m going to charm the candles, and you—”
“—will provide emotional support” draco interrupted. "no need to involve me in anything"
"oh, you'll be the opposite of uninvolved" mattheo flicked a pumpkin seed at him. “you’ll provide manual labor, pretty boy.”
draco sighed dramatically, as if lifting a single box was beneath him enitrely. he stomped on the floor once, a last act showing how unfair he found the entire thing, before he some what gave in, carrying a few things across the room whenever pansy pointed at something.
they worked for a while.. well, pansy worked, mattheo made a mess with the pumpkin, and draco critiqued from a safe distance as much as possible. the air smelled of pumpkin, candle wax, and faint arrogance.
but then, mattheo got that look. the one that meant something stupid was about to happen. or that he was about to blow something up. either way, it meant trouble.
he leaned toward pansy, whispering “bet i can make malfoy jump.”
“bet you can’t” she whispered back, a smile creeping across her lips. egging mattheo on was pansy's favorite day- and nighttime activity.
she dimmed the candles with a lazy flick of her wand, plunging the room into flickering half-darkness. “oh” she said casually “did either of you feel that draft?”
“what draft?” draco frowned, straightening up, his eyes jumping around the room.
mattheo’s voice dropped low. “it’s the bloody baron. you know he roams this corridor before midnight.”
“oh for—don’t be ridiculous!” draco muttered, but his voice shook, hinting at a bit of nervousness. draco wasn't exactly scared of the bloody baron, bit as mentioned before, he hated when the ghosts would show up unexpected. and mostly, draco liked to stay out of their way whenever possible.
pansy gasped, staring past him. “wait. did you—uh, did you see that?”
“what?” draco whipped around so fast his robes flared. nothing. just shadows and the dark corridor staring back at him.
“right there!” she hissed, pointing behind him. “it moved!”
“i swear to merlin, if this is another one of your—”
but before he could finish, mattheo threw his voice perfectly from across the room: a low, echoing moan.
draco jumped a full step backward. “WHAT” he searched his robes for his wand, holding it up threatingly.
pansy clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her laugh.
“very mature!” draco snapped, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve and putting the wand away. “truly, the pinnacle of humor. i'm terrified.”
“well, you certainly looked the part” mattheo said, grinning wickedly. "that was one hell of a scream, malfoy"
“i did not scream!” draco insisted.
“babe, you basically squealed,” pansy said sweetly, mocking him, her voice bouncing off the corridor as she tried to mirror the scream.
“i did not squeal!”
mattheo leaned in. “you absolutely squealed, mate”
draco glared between them, jaw tight, but then, just as they thought he was about to storm off he smirked.
“oh, fine” he said, reaching for and flicking his wand subtly. “since we’re all so fond of childish games…”
the pumpkin on the table suddenly exploded, sending orange goo and seeds flying in every direction.
“DRACO!” Pansy shrieked.
“MY MASTERPIECE!” mattheo wailed, grabbing at the remaining parts of pumpkin on the table like he had just witnessed the violent murder of his first born child.
draco brushed a bit of pumpkin off his shoulder, perfectly calm. “now that” he said “was funny”
pansy glared at him through her hair, dripping with pumpkin guts. “you’re cleaning this up, malfoy, or merlin help me”
“tradition” draco said, smirking. “sadistic torment dressed up as holiday spirit, wasn’t it?”
pansy’s jaw dropped. “did you just quote theo?”
draco shrugged. “for once, he had a point”
mattheo, already holding another pumpkin, grinned. “you know what? we’re doing this every year from now on”
pairing: slytherin!group x fem!nott!reader, enzo berkshire x fem!nott!reader
summary: a mysterious love letter turns up in the slytherin common room and suddenly everyone thinks its for them... all while luna lovegood is simply trying to record everyones interview for the student papers
warnings: cursing, sexual references, mattheo being horny asf, ooc slytherins, me yapping, slow burnnnn
note: what if i just left this here? what then, huh???
"good gracious, woman, you're looking dashing today." mattheo said when you walked into the slytherin common room in the morning.
you narrowed your eyes at his weird behaviour. "are you—" your frown deepened. "—are you flirting with me?" you crossed your arms. "stop it, it's weird."
"is it really weird when i'm just trying to tell you how beautiful you look?"
your eyes darted across the room as if to search for something that would explain this very twilight zone experience. or maybe your friends were trying to get a rise out of you once again.
"it's ten in the morning, so if you're doing anything else than shutting up, then yeah, it's weird." you walked up the stairs to leave the common room and walk into the direction of the great hall, mattheo still hot on your heels. "also it's saturday. you normally sleep in until two or something."
"i was waiting for you."
"waiting for me?" you repeated. "are you sick?" you froze in the middle of the hallway, worriedly pressing a hand against mattheo's forehead.
mattheo pushed your hand away with his own, trying to interlink your fingers with his in a smooth gesture.
you pulled away quickly. "handholding?" you took another step back. "what has gotten into you, mattheo?"
"nothing," mattheo shook his head and fluttered his eyelashes at you— you guessed that that was supposed to look cute, but it send shivers down your spine. "i just had a visit from a little friend called armor."
"sure" you nodded unimpressed. "tell you friend to take his medicine."
"your sarcastic energy is killing all the positive feelings." he gestured between the two of you.
"good" you smiled.
"ugh." mattheo groaned. "i'll leave you to it for now, but i'll be back and hopefully you're ready to accept my undying affection by then."
"yeah, hopefully." you rolled your eyes. "i know that i told you to stop doing that, but maybe you should get beaten up to get whatever is loose in your head back in it's original place."
"just love" mattheo muttered, before he turned around and walked back in the direction of the common room.
you looked after him in confusion, before you shrugged, deciding to forget about the thing. it was probably part of some screwed up plan mattheo had cooked up once again. nothing to get angry about.
the great hall was filled with nearly the entire school, loud chattering echoing off the walls as students sat longer than normal, as they had no classes to attend.
"morning," you muttered, sitting down in your usual seat beside pansy. theo and blaise were studying a book about quidditch and draco was pointing out something in the papers for pansy to look at.
your friends returned the greeting.
you reached across the table and grabbed the jam, before you put a big scoop onto your bread.
"very interesting morning so far" theo muttered under his breath and you quirked a brow at him. "did mattheo catch you?"
"oh" you said surprised. "yeah, he did." you averted your eyes, not really keen on talking about the weirdest conversation you had had in a hot minute.
"was muttering something about your eternal beauty." blaise laughed, "some idiot he is, if you ask me."
"eternal what?" enzo asked, just arriving at the table.
"oh, just my sister's eternal beauty that is suddenly so actively talked about." theo muttered with a sharp tone. "any input?"
"uh. y-yeah" enzo nodded, quickly choking down the piece of bread he had started nibbling on. "it's uh- it's there."
"how dashing, enzo," blaise rolled his eyes. "really smooth. i see she's already taking off her shirt—oh, no, sorry, she isn't."
you shot blaise a deadpan look, "you know, blaise, if you spent as much time with your head out of the gutter as you do in it, you might actually be a decent human being."
"touché," blaise raised an eyebrow, smirking, before he returned to his book.
"looks just like me, doesn't he?" your gaze wandered from blaise to draco, who was pointing at a picture in the newspaper— oh no, that was definitely one of pansy's magazines.
"the male model there?" pansy repeated with disbelief.
draco tried to mirror the expression on the model's face. "do i look like him now?" he asked, his eyes jumping between pansy and you, since he had noticed you watching.
"well, you're definitely looking like... something." you winced, a little uncomfortable.
"draco, you don't even have the same hair color as that guy," pansy said unimpressed. "let alone those abs."
"want me to prove it?" draco let go of the magazine and unbottuned the first two buttons of his shirt.
"draco? what the hell?" theo shook his head, chucking the last piece of his bread at the blonde's head. "the fuck you're doing?"
"proving that i'm just as hot." his eyes narrowed at pansy. "if not hotter than this wanna-be model."
"i'm not sure he's just a wanna-be model." enzo corrected, now studying the abondened magazine. "this text here says that he is the highest grossing model of the last year. and that world wide."
theo stared at the magazine in disbelief. “wait, so he’s not just playing dress-up? he actually does this for a living?”
enzo shrugged. “seems like it. and apparently he’s ‘the face of global campaigns’ or whatever.” he paused, squinting at the page. “i mean, who knew?”
pansy’s lips twitched into a smirk. “yeah, draco, not just a wannabe. maybe you should take some notes.”
draco rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to retort something, but was promptly interrupted by blaise.
"yeah, sorry mate, you look nothing like this guy." he turned his head to inspect the image further. "although, i have to say that he looks a bit like me, don't you think?"
enzo shook his head slowly.
"well whatever." draco closed the magazine with a quick movement. "i look much better than him anyway."
"well, i don't see anyone paying money to take pictures of you too." you giggled, enjoying the way you could rile draco up with a simple comment, as he frowned at you.
"really smart, y/n" draco exclaimed with a roll of his eyes, before he stood up. “come on, pansy”
pansy furrowed her brows in confusion, but reluctantly got up, as draco made no move to leave without her.
“very weird morning so far” you mumbled, watching after your friends.
“hey, by the way,” enzo said, steering your gaze back to him. “i wanted to ask you if you could help me with my project for herbology. i had a problem with taking care of that plant.”
“that plant?” you repeated with a smile “you mean the roses we’re supposed to help grow faster?”
“exactly”
“sure” you nodded, reaching for the jam once more. “i’ll help you”
“oh, darling would you mind helping me with that very easy task for divination?” blaise fluttered his eyelashes at theo, who got the hint immediately, lifting his voice to mimic yours.
“you mean the one with the tea cup?” he smiled brightly, weirdly even looking a bit like you. “of course, my love”
their smiles vanished simultaneously and blaise turned in your direction. “this is how the two of you sound by the way”
“hilarious” you muttered, matching theo’s normally flat tone perfectly. “hey, mate, later i’m gonna make sure to smoke a whole pack of cigarettes and if i have time i might drown myself in the lake after that”
“sure” enzo nodded, his voice wavering and even picking up an octave to match blaise’ melodic tone. “i might order a few new gucci scarfs and after that i’ll watch that muggle movie that’s been on my list for ages” he dragged out the end of the word dramatically.
“and scene!” you grinned, turning in blaise’s and your brother’s direction. “and this, is how you sound by the way”
STUDENT INTERVIEW #183 — MATTHEO RIDDLE (take one) — by luna lovegood
camera turns on. mattheo sits in a very relaxed, almost offensively smug position, one leg thrown over the armrest of his chair.
mattheo riddle: so when i came down the stairs this morning, i found a mysterious letter on the table in the middle of the common room—
luna lovegood (leading lady of the student papers, behind the camera): actually you should talk about—
mattheo riddle: (frowning slightly) i wasn’t finished, goldilocks! anyway, i found this letter—
mattheo holds up a folded piece of parchment, camera zooms in.
mattheo riddle: —and surely we all know who wrote this.
mattheo unfolds the parchment, reads
mattheo riddle: ‘my love, i write this letter to tell you about my undying affection. i like everything about you: from the way you do your hair, to the way you carry your books. let me know if you feel the same. all my love, yours truly.’ no name. y/n was probably scared her brother could find this.
luna lovegood: y/n nott?
mattheo riddle: (grinning) well, obviously, she’s been in love with me for ages, hasn’t she? now my time has come to corrupt theo’s innocent little sister. if you’ll excuse me—
he stands up, takes off the enchanted mic and hands it to luna behind the camera. luna and colin creevey (cameraman) look after him in confusion.
"okay, i have to get my books and then i'll meet you in the greenhouse, you go ahead." you told enzo, who nodded dutifully and walked out of the common room without another word.
you fetched the needed school books from your room quickly, walking back into the common room only mere seconds later. you studied the books shortly, pushing them into your bag, when you noticed an abondened piece of parchment laying on the table in the middle of the common room.
your eyes darted around the empty room. no hint of anyone. was that there already, when you came in a few minutes ago? you had no idea.
"whoops" you muttered, pushing the parchment off the table and bending down to pick it up. you unfolded it, your eyes flying over the words quickly.
"i like everything about you?" you repeated confused. "shit, enz" you shook your head, throwing the parchment back onto the table and leaving the common room.
STUDENT INTERVIEW #188 — Y/N NOTT (take one) — by luna lovegood
the camera flickers on, revealing y/n sitting across from luna. she looks skeptical, arms crossed, clearly regretting agreeing to this interview.
y/n nott: (tilts head) right. the letter. (pauses) well, obviously, it’s not mine.
luna lovegood: this is not— (sigh) no one said it was.
y/n nott: (ignores her) but if it was mine—hypothetically speaking—i’d have to assume it was from enzo.
luna lovegood: why enzo?
y/n nott: (shrugs) who else would write something like that? i mean, it’s way too nice to be from draco, mattheo would probably set it on fire before writing anything remotely romantic, and blaise—well, blaise would’ve signed it ‘from your future husband, blaise zabini’ and included a self-portrait.
luna lovegood: that’s very specific.
y/n nott: yeah, because it’s true.
luna lovegood: but you really think it’s enzo?
y/n nott: …i mean, maybe? probably? he’s always so nice to me. and the letter said something about liking the way i carry my books, and he notices that sort of stuff.
luna lovegood: that’s very observant of him.
y/n nott: (deadpan) yeah. suspiciously observant. what if he’s planning something?
luna lovegood: (cheerfully) like asking you on a date?
y/n nott: okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
luna lovegood: but would you want it to be from him?
y/n nott: … (groans) next question.
luna lovegood: there are no other questions.
y/n nott: fantastic.
the camera lingers on her vaguely distressed expression before cutting to black.
"i've done a lot for my body this past semester, you know?" draco smirked, throwing an arm up. "wanna feel?"
pansy furrowed her eyebrows, but complied, reluctantely pressing down on the blonde's biceps.
"wow, that's great" she nodded, smiling unsurely. "what are you showing me this for again? i mean any particular reason?"
"just letting you know." draco shrugged, as if it was obvious. "buffed and available" he pointed to himself.
"right" pansy nodded slowly.
"hey guys, you have time for a quick interview?" luna lovegood's voice interrupted the weird conversation between the two. draco shook his head and opened his mouth, ready to decline the offer, but pansy nodded, pushing the boy forward.
"actually, draco would love to"
STUDENT INTERVIEW #192 — DRACO MALFOY (take one) — by luna lovegood
the camera flickers on, revealing draco sitting with his arms crossed, looking like he’s being forced to attend a disciplinary hearing. luna, unbothered, gives him a pleasant smile.
luna lovegood: so, draco—
draco malfoy: —it’s from pansy.
luna lovegood: (sighing)…the letter?
draco malfoy: (nods, very serious) obviously.
luna lovegood: and you’re sure because—
draco malfoy: (leans forward, steepling his fingers) because she’s in love with me.
luna lovegood: interesting. and what proof do you have?
draco malfoy: she always sits next to me, she always compliments me—
luna lovegood: really? what’s the nicest thing she’s ever said to you?
draco malfoy: (thinking hard) … she once said, ‘draco, stop talking.’
luna lovegood: that’s not really—
draco malfoy: (interrupts) because she was overwhelmed. with emotion. also, it was obviously meant affectionately.
camera zooms in behind draco. pansy is leaning against the wall, slowly shaking her head.
luna lovegood: so you’re convinced she wrote the letter? i mean what if it wasn't her?
draco malfoy: (laughs, leans back) oh, luna. sweet, naïve luna. (pats his chest) denial is a river in egypt..
luna lovegood: you know how that quote ends?
draco malfoy: no?
luna lovegood: figured.
the interview ends with draco smugly running a hand through his hair, completely convinced of his theory.
"so just put it in there now?" enzo questioned, motioning the powder towards the rose in front of the two of you.
"right." you nodded, watching him gently shake the package until the powder had settled onto the entire plant. you studied the book in front of you. "now we have to wait about ten minutes, before we can continue"
"great." enzo nodded, dropping the empty package into the bin.
"great," you nodded with a tightlipped smile. you quickly continued talking, trying to keep the awkward energy to a minimum. "so how's everything going? i feel like we haven't talked in ages, i mean just the two of us. alone." you turned away shortly to fill a bucket with water. 'just the two of us'? you repeated to yourself, not sure what had gotten into you.
enzo, who was not noticing any awkwardness, smiled at the question. "totally." he grinned. "well, herbology has been a pain, but apart from that, everything's great. thanks again for your help."
"anytime," you nodded. "but you know i'm not that good in herbology myself. why didn't you ask theo?"
"well, for starters, he isn't as pretty as you." enzo smirked confidently, at the same time as all your facial features completely derailed.
"what?" you repeated in something close to a screech.
enzo's smile died down. "sorry, i didn't want—"
"no, you know what?" you grinned uncomfortably, trying to safe the situation. "it's fine—, oh ten minutes already?" you checked your invisible clock, before you pushed the water bucket against enzo's chest with a little more force then necessary. "water it!" you instructed between clenched teeth.
"o-okay" enzo nodded immediately, confused by your sudden mood shift.
STUDENT INTERVIEW #199 — BLAISE ZABINI (take one) — by luna lovegood
blaise sits in his dorm, his arms crossed, looking effortlessly cool.
blaise zabini: alright, let’s not waste time. that letter? clearly about me.
luna lovegood: are you sure?
blaise zabini: luna.
he gestures vaguely to himself.
blaise zabini: have you seen me?
luna blinks. colin adjusts the focus on the camera.
blaise zabini: "i like everything about you"—obviously referring to my impeccable fashion sense. "the way you carry your books"—have you seen me carry books? it’s graceful. regal, even.
luna lovegood: …do you have any idea who wrote it?
blaise zabini (smirking): i do, but it wouldn’t be fair to ruin their fun.
colin creevey (cameraman): (deadpan) so you don’t know.
blaise zabini: they’ll come forward when they’re ready. probably in a grand romantic gesture involving candlelight and expensive wine.
luna lovegood: you’re a minor.
blaise zabini: and yet, so emotionally mature.
the camera zooms into the background of the room, the entire wall is adorned by photos of blaise in various different poses.
"what do you think?" blaise asked, holding up two almost identical looking shirts. "this one, or that?"
theo looked up from the book he was reading. "i couldn't care less, actually."
"this is important, theo." blaise pleaded. "come on, mate."
theo sighed, marking the page of his book and closing it, before looking up at his friend once more. he studied both shirts for a few seconds, before he shrugged. "they look the exact fucking same."
blaise groaned, throwing himself down on his bed and staring at the ceiling. "i'm surrounded by idiots."
"what was that?" theo perked up, trying to catch blaise's gaze.
"nothing." blaise said quickly, not about to ruin his face by getting into a brawl with theo he would lose anyway.
"you sure?" theo raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the moment of confusion.
blaise let out a dramatic sigh, pushing himself off the bed. "whatever, i'm wearing this one," he muttered, pointing to the shirt he'd already decided on.
STUDENT INTERVIEW #204 —THEODORE NOTT (take one) — by luna lovegood
theo is standing in the hallway, with his back leaning against the wall.
luna lovegood: so, theo, we're here to ask you about—
theo nott (skeptically eyeing the camera): this is not getting published, is it?
luna lovegood (confused): well, it's for the student paper—
theo lets go of the microphone that flies back against the camera. he steps around it, walking away. the camera zooms in on his retreating form.
"you're acting weird." enzo noted softly as he watched you walk circles in the greenhouse.
"i'm acting weird?" you asked with a pointed look. "what about that letter, huh?"
"what letter are we talking about exactly?" enzo furrowed his brows in confusion.
you opened your mouth, ready to answer, when the door to the greenhouse swung open and mattheo walked inside.
"there you are!" he grinned, pointing at you.
"oh, great," you muttered, pressing a hand against your forehead.
"i've got about a million condoms with your name on them, darling." mattheo revealed a row of condoms from his pocket, that unrolled itself until it hit the floor.
"ew, no!" you called loudly, looking absolutely traumatised.
"what the fuck?" enzo had asked at the same time, looking baffled as his head swung back and forth between mattheo and you.
"what the heck are you doing?" you asked, walking to mattheo and trying your best to fold up the row of condoms, but failing.
"i'm being responsible," mattheo shrugged simply. "i would suck as a father."
“you would suck as anything” you whispered between clenched teeth.
"you'd have to have sex for that first." enzo noted with a mutter.
"right," mattheo nodded, obviously satisfied that someone pointed out the obvious, and then leaned forward, pressing his lips in your direction.
you quickly swerved to the side and mattheo opened his eyes, confused after simply kissing the air.
"not happening." you shook your head.
"you don't have to be so tasteful, love." mattheo wiggled his eyebrows. "if it's about enzo, i'm sure he'll leave us alone."
"oh, gladly." enzo nodded. you didn't miss the hint of anger in his voice. "if that’s what you want," he said to you, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"no, it definitely isn't." you pushed mattheo away from you. "enzo stays and you leave."
"come on, baby," mattheo pouted. "don't be like this."
"you heard her," enzo said, sounding much more menacing than intended. "i’ll help you find the door."
mattheo paused for a moment, staring at enzo like he just realized something. "wait... are you jealous?" he asked, suddenly smirking. "oh, mate, i didn’t realize we were competing."
"oh, trust me, you're not," enzo shot back, his voice smooth as butter, but there was a definite edge underneath it.
"he’s right, you know," you muttered under your breath, crossing your arms. "you’re not really competition for anyone, mattheo."
"ouch," mattheo made a dramatic face, rubbing his chest as though wounded. "i thought we were friends, y/n."
"well, clearly that’s not exactly what’s on your mind," you said, pointing at the condoms still clutched in his hand. "unless you think friends sleep with each other."
"you can call us whatever you want," mattheo shrugged with a grin, clearly unbothered. "just not boyfriend and girlfriend. that’s actually what i wanted to talk to you about. i’m not big on relationships, but an open one? that, i’m interested in."
"i'm not sure in which way i ever indicated that this—" you gestured vaguely between yourself and mattheo, "—was ever happening."
"oh, don't be daft, love," mattheo shook his head. "you don’t just leave love letters lying around without meaning something."
"love letters? wait you think i wrote that letter? and to you?"
"of course. who else could it be from?" mattheo scoffed.
"enzo wrote it." you answered without properly thinking.
"w-what?" enzo mumbled confused.
both mattheo and you looked at enzo.
"well, i surely didn't write it." mattheo recounted. "and if neither of you wrote it, then that leaves…” he trailed off.
"oh god." you realized. "that's why draco has been acting so weird all day. he thinks pansy wrote it. for him."
"isn't pansy currently hooking up with that ravenclaw?" enzo asked confused.
"exactly!" you nodded, quickly opening the door and walking out of the green house, mattheo and enzo close behind you.
you found draco and pansy in the slytherin common room. pansy lounged on the couch, unimpressed, while draco paced in front of her like a dramatic protagonist in a bad play.
"i can’t believe you would betray me like this!" he finally burst out, spinning to face her with all the flair of a soap opera lead.
"oh," he added in surprise, noticing the three of you stepping inside—mattheo still holding an alarming amount of condoms.
pansy turned her head to look at you. “fucking finally.” she sighed. “could please someone of you tell draco that i didn’t write that stupid love letter?”
“you didn’t just write it!” draco corrected. “you wrote it for me!”
“that’s where you’re wrong, young padawan!” a voice interrupted dramatically. everyone turned to see blaise and theo descending from the stairs, blaise throwing his arms open like a victorious gladiator. “the letter was clearly for moi!”
theo crossed his arms, sinking into the armchair. his facial expression hinted at how uncomfortable he felt. "more importantly—who the fuck do you need that many condoms for?" he asked mattheo, eyeing the absurdly long strip still hanging from his hand.
“well, your dear sister—“
“i did not write that letter” you said between clenched teeth.
“yeah. neither did i!” pansy bluffed, crossing her arm and staring at draco, who was clearly not believing her.
“it’s unimportant who wrote it!” blaise corrected. “it’s important that it was written for me”
“sure” draco nodded sarcastically. "if it was so clearly about you, then tell me—what hair were they talking about? because i see none on your head."
blaise inhaled sharply, clutching his chest as though he'd been stabbed. "how dare you," he whispered, scandalized.
chaos erupted. everyone—except theo, who remained as indifferent as ever—began shouting accusations, arguing over who wrote or faked the love letter.
the shouting match came to an abrupt halt when astoria greengrass strolled past you all, plucked the letter straight from draco’s grip, and smiled.
“hey guys!” she smiled. “i have been searching for that, thank you!” she grinned.
“you wrote that?” draco muttered stunned.
“yeah, it’s for a guy i like” astoria admitted sheepishly. “could you guys please not tell anyone? it’s kind of embarrassing.”
you all exchanged glances, before theo, who was the only one with a clear enough mind to think, nodded. “we’ll keep your secret” he assured the younger girl, who smiled gratefully, before she walked back to her dorm.
"well, that was—" you started, but mattheo promptly cut in.
"disappointing," he sighed dramatically, flopping onto the couch. "would've been fun to rub it in theo’s face."
"to rub what in my face?" theo raised an eyebrow.
"unimportant," enzo said quickly before mattheo could answer.
"well, now that that's been discussed. how about a round of chess?" pansy suggested looking at you and you nodded with a smile.
the rest of your friends settled down too, returning to either their homework or an abondened book they still wanted to finish.
STUDENT INTERVIEW #211 — LORENZO BERKSHIRE (take one) — by luna lovegood
the camera flickers on, revealing enzo sitting stiffly in his chair. He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply.
luna lovegood: so, the love letter mystery has been solved. any thoughts?
enzo berkshire: (dryly) yeah. turns out we’re all idiots.
luna tilts her head. colin zooms in slightly.
luna lovegood: you didn’t seem very surprised when astoria took the letter.
enzo berkshire: (smirks lightly) no, i wasn’t.
luna lovegood: why?
enzo hesitates, looking off to the side. he exhales sharply through his nose, then looks back at the camera.
enzo berkshire: because i asked her to do it.
colin creevey: wait—what?
enzo berkshire: (shrugs, looking mildly uncomfortable) i wrote the letter.
the room goes still. luna blinks, tilting her head.
luna lovegood: for y/n.
enzo rubs the back of his neck, suddenly looking anywhere but at the camera.
enzo berkshire: yeah. (clears throat) it was… it was for her. but i—i don't know. it didn’t feel right. just leaving it for her to find. it just— i wanted to tell her myself. face to face. not in some anonymous letter she’d spend days overanalyzing. but by the time i realized that, i couldn’t just take it back, so…
luna lovegood: (softly) you asked astoria to pretend it was hers.
enzo berkshire: yeah.
colin creevey: so… are you going to tell y/n?
enzo breathes out a laugh, shaking his head.
enzo berkshire: i don't know, maybe. but not right now. she seemed overwhelmed when she thought it could possibly be from me. i want to wait, make sure she wants it.
luna studies him for a moment before nodding in understanding.
luna lovegood: i think she’d like to hear it from you. eventually.
enzo berkshire: yeah. i think so too.
the camera cuts, leaving a black screen.
luna and colin were both sitting in the classroom where the school papers were edited, overlooking the material, just having watched enzo's interview.
luna smiled as she remembered enzo's confession and turned to look at colin. "delete the video." she said softly. "it's not our secret to tell."
colin nodded, already having thought the same thing, before he deleted the video and made sure nothing of it was still left on the camcorder.
luna watched the screen go dark, then turned to colin with a small smile.
"besides, it's more fun to let them figure it out themselves."
babes my toxic trait is never working on my requests but rather thinking of writing a different series each day. but i've got such a good idea this time. a slytherin sitcom series. would you guys be interested or should i delete the idea now??
should i write a sitcom series about the slytherin group x reader??
yes i'd love to read something like that
no, go and work on requests
No??? crawl back into your hole!
Voting ended onJan 10, 2025
tagging a few people i saw mention this concept in comments on previous works: @mia-luvs @wildestdreamslover
i loved the first episode of house of trouble, blaise reminds me of jamal from on my block definitely my favorite character in this series.
ahh so glad you liked it!! i haven't seen on my block yet, but i've been hearing it's pretty good so i take that as a compliment haha!! super excited for you to read the following parts!!!
