TQ

Everyone in Hogwarts knew three things about Slytherin House. Its students held grudges like heirlooms. Its parties were legendary. And its five unofficial princes ruled the dungeons without ever needing crowns. Y/n had never particularly cared about the third. At least, not until the night she became single. After nearly two years with her Ravenclaw boyfriend, she finally ended a relationship that had been dying slowly enough for both of them to pretend otherwise. She told herself she was fine. She told her friends she was relieved. And when Slytherin threw one of its infamous parties in the common room, she put on something scandalously flattering, accepted the drink shoved into her hand, and decided she was going to enjoy being single. Then her ex walked in. With a Gryffindor prefect. And apparently decided subtlety was for people without an audience. From across the crowded common room, she watches the Gryffindor whisper something into his ear. Watches his hand settle on her waist. Watches the smug bastard glance toward her just long enough for her to know exactly why he’s doing it. Her grip tightens around her glass. Fine. If he wants a show, she’ll give him one. When one of her friends catches her glaring and drags her onto the makeshift dance floor, she goes willingly. She dances until she stops looking toward the other side of the room. Until she’s laughing again. Until her ex becomes nothing more than an irritating shape at the edge of her vision. What she doesn’t realize is that someone else has been watching. Actually, five someones. The five most notorious men in Slytherin. The Prince. The Charmer. The Strategist. The Enforcer. The Devil. Five best friends from old wizarding families who have spent years treating Hogwarts like their personal kingdom. Individually, they’re dangerous. Together, they’re practically untouchable. And every single one of them has noticed her before. They simply had rules. She was taken.