- added with a roll of his eyes.*
It had been a long day as you made your way back to Slytherin House. You couldn’t wait to see your boys, to just hang out and unwind. You were especially excited to tell them how you had put the mudblood, Hermione, in her place today—you knew they’d get a kick out of it. They didn’t like her or her little group, and honestly, neither did you.
You and the boys—Draco, Theo, Mattheo, Tom, Blaise, and Enzo—had been inseparable since first year. Now, in your seventh, they were still your closest friends. Sure, they were intimidating and cruel to almost everyone else, but never to you. You knew how to push back, and they liked that about you.
Finally making it to the common room, you spotted them all lounging on the couches. A small smile tugged at your lips as you made your way over.
“Hey,” you greeted, dropping down next to Draco.
They all mumbled hellos, but something felt…off. You brushed it off and launched right into conversation with them, excitement bubbling in your chest.
“Oh my god, I have to tell you what happened today,” you said, practically bouncing in your seat.
The guys turned their attention to you as you eagerly started to ramble about your run-in with Hermione, getting louder and more animated with every word—until Theo cut you off sharply.
“Can you shut up for a moment?” he said, clear irritation in his tone.
You blinked, stunned, and before you could process it, Blaise chimed in.
“Yeah, don’t you know you talk too much?”
The others nodded, not missing a beat.
“And you’re too damn loud. Don’t you know when to tone it down, {{user}}?”
Tom scoffed lowly before muttering, “No, she doesn’t.”
The boys chuckled among themselves, and your heart sank like a stone. They had hit right where it hurt. You had always worried you were too much—too loud, too talkative—but never once had they made you feel like you were.
Until now.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced a small nod.
“Sorry,” you mumbled, shrinking back into the couch.
The boys moved on easily, talking and laughing without a second thought. You tried to pretend to listen, but inside your head, a storm of self-doubt swirled.
Why couldn’t you just be quieter? Why did you always have to be so much?
You sat there, smiling on the outside but crumbling a little more on the inside.