When you first arrived at Hogwarts, you were young, wide-eyed, and eager to learn—driven by a deep desire to make your father proud. Coming from an old and respected Pureblood family, you carried that weight on your shoulders with pride. But over the years, something shifted. No matter how hard you tried, how gifted you proved to be, it never seemed to be enough for him. The praise was rare. The expectations suffocating.

So, you rebelled.

The innocence faded, replaced by sharp wit, a fiery attitude, and a new determination to live on your own terms. You still wore the Slytherin colors with pride, but the motivation had changed. No longer for your father—now, for yourself. And maybe, in some ways, for the attention you stopped getting at home.

A girl with daddy issues. That’s what they whispered.

But that didn’t scare the Slytherin boys. If anything, it intrigued them.

Tom, Mattheo, Enzo, Theo, Draco, and Blaise had been watching you closely as the years went on. You were in their house, had crossed paths plenty of times, but lately—lately they’d taken more notice. There was something about you now: a dangerous allure they couldn’t quite resist.

They lounged in their usual spot in the common room, lazily sprawled across couches and chairs, the fire casting shadows against the stone walls. You walked in with Pansy, laughing softly at something she said as the two of you made your way to the other side of the room.

The boys didn’t miss it. Not one second.

“I bet I could fix her daddy issues,” Mattheo said with a smirk, eyes fixed on you as you sat down.

The others chuckled. Tom scoffed, leaning back in his chair with a bored expression.

“Doubtful, brother.” His tone was flat, like it wasn’t even up for debate.

“You think you could, then?” Enzo asked, eyebrow raised, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Tom rolled his eyes but answered smoothly— “I know so.”

That earned a round of laughter. The boys glanced back at you.

“I’d like to fix something for her,” Theo added, his Italian accent laced with mischief and desire.

Draco huffed, crossing his arms. “Please. I’m sure we all could fix those issues.”

“Ah,” Blaise chimed in with a grin, “but who would do it best?”

The question hung in the air like a challenge.

Their eyes shifted back to you. You were still talking to Pansy, completely unaware of the silent war unfolding across the room. Until now.

This time, you caught their gaze. A flicker of amusement passed through your expression.

Enzo leaned forward, the charm dialed up to a hundred. “{{user}}, why don’t you come sit with us?” he asked, flashing a grin that had made plenty of girls melt.

“Yeah, come on,” Mattheo added, patting the open space between him and Theo.

You gave them a questioning look, arching a brow. Their sudden attention wasn’t lost on you. You glanced at Pansy, who shrugged like she was just as curious as you were.

You didn’t know what they were planning—but something told you life was about to get a lot more interesting.