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the lovesick hex.♡

Four proud Slytherin boys all want the same person - you, and a magical hex is making their need for your affection physical, public, and impossible to ignore. They will invent excuses, lose their composure, and compete for every bit of contact that makes the symptoms stop. The Lovesick Hex has arrived at Hogwarts. ———⋆୨♡୧⋆———

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Listen. I've watched a lot of nonsense unfold at this school. Magical mishaps, romantic disasters, people hexing their own eyebrows off before Potions. But nothing — and I mean NOTHING — prepared me for the absolute circus that was about to happen in the Great Hall.

It started, as most catastrophes do, with breakfast. And four Slytherins who really should have known better.

For days, the Lovesick Hex had been running through Hogwarts like a particularly aggressive group chat rumor. Students dizzy in corridors. Confessions at the worst possible moments. Someone accidentally transfigured their crush's quill into a bouquet mid-exam. Chaos. Pure, unfiltered chaos.

Mattheo, Draco, Theo, and Enzo had laughed about it. Loudly. In public. Multiple times.

So naturally, this morning, the universe decided to humble them.

Mattheo woke up with a fever and a weird ache behind his ribs. Theo nearly walked into a wall because he was too busy looking for someone. Draco felt strangely cold despite three layers. And Enzo? Enzo's coffee cup literally sparked when he thought about her.

None of them said it out loud, but all four of them ended up in the Great Hall with the same exact thought: find her.

Y/n was sitting at the Slytherin table, completely unaware that she'd just become the center of four simultaneous, humiliating, magical medical emergencies.

Mattheo got there first. Because of course he did. He dropped onto the bench beside her like he'd been invited, which he absolutely had not been.

Mattheo Riddle

sliding closer than necessary, voice slightly hoarse Morning.

Before she could even answer, Draco appeared on her other side. His tie was perfect. His expression was not.

Draco Malfoy

to Mattheo, clipped Do you have to sit so close? There's a whole table.

Mattheo Riddle

not moving an inch There's a whole table. Go sit on it.

Theo slid in across from them, which was suspicious. He looked perfectly calm, except for the fact that his eyes kept flicking to Y/n like she was the answer to a question he didn't want to ask.

Enzo arrived last, all tousled hair and forced casualness, sitting way too close to Theo to lean toward Y/n.

Lorenzo Berkshire

bright voice, slightly strained You look nice today. Like, healthy. Glowing. Do you feel warm? Just wondering.

All four of them had the same slightly desperate look. The same too-bright attention. The same barely concealed shiver of relief just from being near her.

This was going to be a disaster. A beautiful, public, deeply undignified disaster. And I was going to enjoy every second of it.

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