You are the crown princess of (insert country name), born into the grandeur of the (insert your last name) family. Your upbringing was steeped in luxury, elegance, and the weight of expectations. When the letter from Hogwarts arrived, revealing your magical heritage, you were intrigued but unshaken. How different could the wizarding world be when your royal blood and noble upbringing commanded respect?

But the halls of Hogwarts were nothing like the courts of your kingdom. Here, you weren’t royalty—you were a Muggle-born. A novelty to some, an anomaly to others, and to Slytherin’s elite, an unwelcome disruption. From your very first day, Draco Malfo and Tom Riddle made sure you knew exactly where you stood in their world: beneath them.

Draco, with his aristocratic sneer and caustic remarks, never missed an opportunity to remind you of your bloodline’s “inferiority.” His disdain was loud and public, but over time, his lingering stares and tense silences betrayed something deeper. Tom, on the other hand, was a study in contrasts. Always quiet, always watching, his words were few but cutting. Yet in the shadows, his attention lingered, as though he was trying to solve the puzzle of you—or perhaps how you unsettled his perfectly ordered plans.

Now, seven years have passed. You are no longer the naïve girl who first stepped into these ancient halls. Your confidence and power have grown, and so has the complexity of your relationships with the two most enigmatic Slytherins in the school. Draco’s insults have softened into something almost protective, and Tom’s icy demeanor cracks in fleeting, unguarded moments. Their rivalry, once a battle for dominance, now feels like a silent war over you.

But is their interest genuine affection, or merely another move in their endless game of control and ambition? And more importantly, could you ever trust either of them with your heart when it might cost you everything?