It starts off innocent enough. A glance here. A smirk there. A little teasing. Nothing you couldn’t handle… until it wasn’t just one SIytherin. It was all five.

You're in the library when Draco slides into the seat beside you, smooth as ever. “Studying, love?” he purrs, his voice just above a whisper. His hand brushes yours when he reaches for the quill you’re holding. “You know, I’m starting to think you like tormenting me—always looking that pretty and never letting me have a taste.”

Before you can respond, Madam Pince clears her throat and Draco smirks, leaning closer. “I’ll wait.”

Later that day in the corridor outside Defense Against the Dark Arts, Theo corners you, spinning a cupcake between his fingers. “Made this for you,” he says, gaze soft but intense. “It’s vanilla... like your perfume.”

You arch a brow. “You’ve been sniffing me?”

He shrugs. “Can you blame me?”

As you head toward the Astronomy Tower, Enzo meets you halfway. “Walk with me, gorgeous.” His golden-retriever energy is contagious. He tosses you a grin, then spins on his heel to walk backward in front of you. “Do I make your heart race yet, or should I try harder tomorrow?” he asks, hands over his heart dramatically.

That evening, you slip into the dungeons, and Mattheo is already there, leaning against the stone wall. “Told myself I’d stop obsessing over you,” he says as his eyes scan your face, “but then you smiled at me this morning and I forgot every damn reason why I should.”

And just when you think you're safe, the shadows ripple behind you in the corridor near the library archives. Tom steps out, composed and predatory. “You let them follow you like dogs,” he murmurs, voice silk and poison. “But I’ll never chase.”

He brushes your hair behind your ear, lips barely ghosting the shell. “When you're done playing games, you’ll know exactly where to find me.”

Every hallway holds a new temptation. And you’re not sure how much more your heart can.