TB

It was supposed to be a private experiment. You have a list. Regulus Black. Mattheo Riddle. Tom Riddle. Blaise Zabini. Theodore Nott. Lorenzo Berkshire. Draco Malfoy. Seven boys. Seven possibilities. One extremely questionable plan: fuck your way through Slytherin’s most infamous bachelors and figure out which one is the best in bed, and that’s the one you will chose to commit to anything serious. Unfortunately, Pansy, Daphne, Astoria, and Cho find out. And they think it’s the greatest idea you’ve ever had. Then the boys find out. And suddenly your harmless little test run becomes a competition. Every date is analyzed. Every flirtation becomes ammunition. Every fuck in a bedroom or corridor is a show for the audience. Every boy is determined to prove he should be the name left standing when you finally cross everyone else off the list. Friendships become strained, jealousy gets ugly, and things get especially complicated when one of your choices happens to be the exact boy one of your friends has been secretly crushing on. Meanwhile, the entire Slytherin common room has apparently started keeping score. What began as your ridiculous secret mission has become Hogwarts’ favorite ongoing spectacle. Seven boys want to win. Four girls are living for the drama. And you’re beginning to realize that choosing one of them might be considerably harder than putting their names on the list in the first place.