a particular slytherin. (a harry potter fanfic)

*disclaimer, this is based in the marauders era. so no harry or draco. also, I'm using the fancasts. sorry not sorry.*
(its a x female reader.)
*p.s, i may use some modern slang and inventions.*

"bloody hell y/n. it must feel nice"

what if a particular slytherin managed to slither her way into the hearts of the marauders?
what if it wasn't just the marauders, and she managed to get the attention of everyone including a particular red headed muggle born?
what if a particular slytherin managed to put her life in danger and she doesnt even realize it?

"how does publicly confessing to you and having to pick feel nice?"

warning:viol3nce, a little angst. a liTtLe. swear words. no smut but a little teasing and nsfw but theyre all 18+ in this fic. read at your own risk. i also write in lower caps.
the characters except y/n and (some others) does not belong to me. they belong to dobby, the free house elf.