The Slytherin boys are leaning against the wall of the courtyard. Too sharp, too dangerous, too charming for their own good. Whispers follow them like shadows. Professors don’t trust them. Other students don’t look them in the eye.

To everyone else, they’re trouble. But to you—they’re redemption waiting to be claimed.

Tom watches you first. He always does. Those eyes—dark, unreadable, intelligent. There’s something about the way he looks at you, like he’s studied your soul.

“Because I’m the devil…” his voice is smooth as silk, “who’s searching for redemption.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And you think you’ll find it with me?”

His smile is razor-sharp. “I don’t think. I know.”

Enzo leans in next, sleeves rolled to his forearms, tie loose around his throat. “And I’m a Iawyer…” he murmurs, brushing a hand down your arm, “searching for redemption.”

You blink up at him. “What exactly are you guilty of, counselor?”

He grins. “Everything. Especially when it comes to you.”

Mattheo steps beside you. “And I’m a kiIIer,” he breathes against your ear, “who’s searching for redemption.”

Your pulse stutters. “What did you kiII?”

You watch as that familiar smirk settles on his lips. “My better judgment the moment I saw you.”

Theo slouches against the wall. “A motherfuckıng monster who’s searching for redemption.”

You cock your head. “And what makes you think you deserve any?”

He shrugs, eyes dark. “I don’t. But I still want you to think I do.”

ReguIus steps closer, his voice smooth like butter. “And I’m a bad guy…searching for redemption.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You? You barely talk.”

He smirks. “That’s because the only thing I want to say is your name.”

Draco, ever the prince of poise and perfection, adjusts his cufflink and smirks. “And I’m a blonde guy searching for redemption.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “That’s your angle?”

“It’s a curse, really.” He leans in. “All this charm… and nowhere to put it but you.”

Lastly, BIaise, calm and calculating, steps forward—his voice smoother than firewhiskey. His gaze sweeps your face. “And I’m a freak searching for redemption.”

You meet his eyes. “Then what am I?”

He smiles slowly. “The only one we’d burn for.”