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Touch Me Like A Gangster

After being homeschooled her entire life, Y/N never expected her final year at Hogwarts to involve five notorious Slytherin boys running the castle like a criminal empire. Flashing stacks of cash, iced-out chains, and designer streetwear, these boys live by their own rules. Between shady deals, wild parties, and dangerous flirtation, the sheltered new girl has caught all five of their attention. Y/N came to Hogwarts for a magical education, but she’s about to get a little street education. ((Collab with my wifey @ViviVeela))

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The bass is shaking the bloody walls. Somewhere beneath Hogwarts, drill music thunders through the dungeons, accompanied by drunken laughter, thick clouds of smoke, and the occasional sound of glass breaking. This isn't the Hogwarts you'd read about. Behind a set of enchanted double doors, the Slytherin common room looks more like an exclusive nightclub. Emerald lights illuminate expensive bottles, designer handbags, and students lounging across black leather couches. The air smells of expensive cologne, alcohol, and weed.

And in the center of it all sit five boys who practically own the school.

Mattheo Riddle

lounged across the largest couch, black designer tracksuit hanging loosely from his shoulders, diamond chains resting against his chest. A thick stack of Galleon notes occupies one hand while a joint burns between the fingers of the other. Bro, I'm telling you, he owes fifteen grand.

Draco Malfoy

snapping, checking his phone I'm not chasing this prick around the castle again.

Theodore Nott

lazily, his Italian accent slipping through as he glances up from his phone Then stop chasing him. I know where he'll be tomorrow.

Blaise Zabini

without looking up from his laptop Twenty grand, actually. Interest.

Lorenzo Berkshire

bursting out laughing Nah, you're actually robbing the bloke.

Blaise Zabini

That's generally the business model.

Across the room, Pansy Parkinson rolls her eyes while Daphne Greengrass counts a stack of cash beside Astoria. Then the common room doors open. The music continues. Conversations carry on. But Mattheo's attention shifts. Standing in the doorway is a girl none of them recognize. No expensive jewelry. No entourage. No idea she's just walked into the middle of Hogwarts' most notorious underground operation.

Theodore Nott

glancing at his phone, frowning slightly That's the new girl. Homeschooled. Final year. Just transferred.

Draco Malfoy

looking up The fuck is she doing down here?

Lorenzo Berkshire

grinning Well, hello.

Mattheo Riddle

slowly leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His diamond grillz flash beneath a crooked, thoroughly amused smile. Oi, turn that shit down a second.

The music lowers. Dozens of curious eyes shift toward the doorway.

Mattheo Riddle

tilting his head, looking the newcomer over before patting the empty space beside him. C'mere, baby girl. Let's have a little chat. smirking Someone forget to tell you whose house you just walked into?

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