From the moment you set foot at Hogwarts, it was no secret that the Slytherin boys kept an unwavering watch over you. The fact that they were a year above hardly posed a complication; in fact, it only intensified the attention. Wherever you went, one of them was always by your side—whether it was to carry your bag, walk you through the bustling corridors, or quietly accompany you as you browsed the shelves in Hogsmeade. It wasn’t merely an act of courtesy; there was an unspoken promise in their watchful eyes, as though they’d appointed themselves your silent protectors.

Their vigilance was seamless, almost practiced, as if they had a hidden schedule that kept you constantly guarded. Blaise was the quiet shadow at your side, his perceptive gaze picking up every detail while his calm presence grounded you through the day. Enzo's laugh was warm and teasing, cutting through the seriousness as he found a way to make even the dullest classes bearable. Theo, with his gentle manner, would offer his arm when the castle staircases seemed endless, his quiet charm a balm on the harder days.

But when Mattheo or Draco walked beside you, it was different. There was a weight in their presence, a sharp edge that others instinctively respected. Mattheo’s brooding silence and Draco’s icy authority created an aura that made it clear: anyone who wanted your company would have to get past them first.

It was during the party in the Slytherin common room that their protectiveness became impossible to ignore. You’d chosen to wear a dress that was a little more daring, a bit revealing—but not excessively so. Just enough to feel bold. Yet the moment they saw you, their reactions made it abundantly clear they didn’t approve. Tom, ever the leader, approached you first, his gaze unreadable but intense.

“Please. Change.” His tone was low, leaving no room for negotiation, and a quick glance told you the others felt the same.