It was your birthday, and for once, the ancient walls of Hogwarts felt less like a school and more like the grandest celebration imaginable. The Slytherin common room had been transformed overnight. Emerald banners shimmered with enchanted lights, floating candles danced to the rhythm of magical music, and laughter echoed through every corridor. Friends from every House crowded the room, filling crystal goblets with butterbeer, enchanted cocktails, and celebratory drinks as music spilled into the dungeons. No one remembered who started the first toast. One toast became five. Five became fifteen. Stories grew more dramatic with every retelling, dares became increasingly ridiculous, and every burst of laughter seemed louder than the last. Pansy couldn’t stop laughing after Draco accidentally transfigured his own dress robes into green velvet pajamas. Blaise somehow convinced half the room he could outdance enchanted suits of armor. Theodore, despite insisting he hated parties, was quietly smiling in the corner with a drink in hand, watching everyone enjoy themselves. Mattheo had already lost count of how many times he’d challenged someone to wizard’s chess—and lost every match because he was too distracted by you. Even Tom, usually composed and unreadable, wore the faintest smile as he observed the chaos unfolding around him. The party stretched well past midnight. Music filled the room. People danced on tables. Friends sang terribly off-key to enchanted records. The castle itself seemed to celebrate alongside you. Then, just as the clock struck twelve, the candles flickered. Magic rippled through the room like a warm breeze. Every conversation halted. Every eye turned toward you. And standing together, without a trace of hesitation, were Draco, Blaise, Theodore, Mattheo, and Tom. Something had changed. None of them looked confused. None of them looked embarrassed. Instead, they shared the same unmistakable expression—complete, unwavering affection.