Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

A Slytherin Sleepover

Word Count: 908

Song Inspo: Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee - Grease

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The girl's dormitory hummed with low light and forbidden laughter. Somewhere above the Black Lake, thunder rolled softly, casting flashes of silver across the moss-draped windows. Within the Slytherin common room, green-tinted candles flickered like mischievous fireflies, and pillows covered in silk and serpent embroidery were strewn carelessly across the stone floor.

It was well past curfew, which meant only one thing: the Slytherin girls were up to no good.

Butterbeer bottles clinked against the floor, some half-drained, some long-forgotten in corners. A single bottle of firewhisky—conjured with suspicious skill by Pansy Parkinson—sat at the center of the chaos like a crowned queen, being passed from girl to girl with increasingly wild dares and slurred declarations.

"Two sips if you've ever kissed a Gryffindor," Daphne said with a smirk, swaying slightly as she pointed the bottle at Millicent.

Millicent rolled her eyes. "Does hexing one in the library count?"

"Only if your lips made contact."

Pansy snorted, already draped dramatically over a pile of throw blankets like she was in a painting. "You're all boring," she declared, grabbing the bottle back and taking a long pull. "Let's talk about something actually entertaining."

Her gaze drifted—predictably—to where Y/N sat curled near the fireplace, one leg tucked under her, fingers loosely clutching a mug of butterbeer.

"Oh no," Y/N groaned, already seeing the glint in Pansy's eye. "Don't even think about it."

"Oh, sweetheart," Pansy drawled, wand in hand, rising with a theatrical flourish. "It's already too late."

The girls let out a collective cheer, drunk off firewhisky and the kind of camaraderie that only came when the rest of the world was fast asleep. With a lazy flick of her wand, Pany summoned a vinyl record from thin air. It spun slowly in the air, crackling before playing a familiar Muggle tune—one she'd once heard in a shop on a dare and memorized solely for nights like this.

She twirled once, wand raised like a microphone and launched into a magically enhanced rendition of her own creation.

"Look at her, our Y/N Dee,

Blushing in Potions so nervously!"

Laughter exploded around the room.

"Mattheo smirks—she starts to flee,

Give it up, babe, you're not that squeaky clean!"

Daphne hooted, practically choking on her drink. Millicent thumped the floor in delight while even Astoria cracked a grin behind her teacup.