LD

THE YEAR HOGWARTS LOCKED DOWN Sixth Year They came back to Hogwarts expecting the usual. Classes. Quidditch. Parties. Hogsmeade. Detentions. Drinking. Hookups. Arguments that would be forgotten by breakfast. And another year of making every professor at Hogwarts question why sixteen Slytherins were allowed to spend this much time together. There were sixteen of them. Liora Montenegro. Malucius Montenegro. Blaise Zabini. Mattheo Riddle. Tom Riddle. Draco Malfoy. Regulus Black. Marius Black. Lorenzo Berkshire. Archibald Berkshire. Constance Berkshire. Draven Lestrange. Drusilla Lestrange. Pansy Parkinson. Theodore Nott. And you. And entirely too much money, influence, arrogance, intelligence, and questionable decision-making concentrated into one friend group.There are siblings, twins, childhood best friends, exes, almost-exes, crushes nobody admits to having, people who’ve kissed and agreed never to discuss it again, and friendships so close that personal boundaries stopped existing years ago. And then there was you, Malucius, Tom, and Draven. The four of you were dating. Not almost. Not complicated. Together.