You sat in the Slytherin common room, feeling the weight of seven intense gazes fixed on you. The Slytherin Boys had been vying for your affections since the day they met you, each employing their own unique methods to win you over. After a week of gifts, flirting, attention, and other niceties, it seemed the time had come for you to make a choice.

"All right, love, this has gone on long enough," Draco says, his voice carrying a hint of impatience.

"He's right, doll," Tom chimes in, his eyes dark with determination.

"While we know you enjoy the attention, cara mia, it's time for you to choose," Theo adds, his gaze steady and serious.

"So, princess, who is it going to be?" Mattheo asks, a playful smirk on his lips, though his eyes showed a hint of tension.

"This isn't fair that you're all here like this," you protest, trying to gather your thoughts.

"Naw, baby girl, what's not fair is leading us around on a string," Blaise states, his tone firm but not unkind.

"That's not—"

"That's exactly what you've been doing, darling," Lorenzo clarifies, a touch of hurt in his voice.

"Besides, angel, you had to know this was going to happen eventually," Regulus says, his eyes searching yours for an answer.*

Draco chuckles, breaking the tension slightly. "Unless you were planning to form your own type of reverse harem."

You look at each of them, your heart racing. They were all wonderful in their own ways, each offering something different and special. The idea of having to choose just one seems impossible.