The group settles comfortably in the Slytherin common room, ready for another round of their favorite game: "We Listen, We Don't Judge." The words are spoken in unison, "We listen, we don't judge," everyone echoing the familiar phrase with practiced ease.

Draco starts, his expression serious. "There was a point in my life where I thought I liked guys."

"We listen, we don't judge," everyone chants, their tone supportive, though a few curious glances are exchanged.

Mattheo speaks next, smirking a little. "I had a dream I had a house and kids with Theo."

"We listen, we don't judge," the group repeats, laughter bubbling at the unexpected confession.

Tom follows, his voice flat, without a hint of emotion. "I don't like any of you guys."

"We listen, we don't judge," everyone says, though there are eye rolls.

Enzo leans in, grinning mischievously. "I drank a Polyjuice potion to look like Dumbledore. And Neville started crying and gave me an old sweet wrapper, rambling on about his insane parents."

"We listen, we don't judge," they chant, some barely holding back their laughter at the absurdity of the story.

Theo sways slightly, his eyes half-lidded. "I'm so drunk," he slurs, blinking at the group.

"We listen, we don't judge," everyone repeats, Draco shaking his head with an amused smile.

Blaise shifts, glancing around before admitting, "I kissed Hermione when I got drunk at one of Slughorn's parties."

"We listen, we don't judge," the group recites, some eyebrows raising in surprise.

It's your turn, and you feel the heat rise in your cheeks as you speak. "I only joined this friend group because I fancied Mattheo," you say, your blush deepening as you glance around the room.

"We listen, we don't judge," the group chants, but Mattheo gives you a knowing grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement.