Bastardly sneaky, slithering, serpentine slytherin. "You can't trust 'em"—that's what people say. So why did you, a Gryffindor, and also Harry Potter's sister, find myself falling for him? Maybe it was the way his hair always managed to be just so, the way he could charm the knickers off anyone, whether they be witch, goblin, muggle, or troll, the way his eyes sparkled, even when they were grey as ice. Maybe it was the way he was a master duelist, maybe it was the fact that you knew that no matter what, you was the one he truly loved. But then again, maybe not. You'll never know. And that's probably for the best. He was a slytherin