I’m back at Hogwarts as a sixth year, and this year I’m somehow more magnetic, more powerful—and undeniably prettier. All the Slytherin boys are obsessed. Regulus Black invites me to see the thestrals under the moonlight. Theo Nott wants to brew a mischievous potion with me. Draco Malfoy takes me flying over the Black Lake. Mattheo Riddle drags me to Hogsmeade for butterbeer. They’re all flirting, but now the jealousy is growing—hexes in the hallways, banter in the common room, tricks and sabotage to steal my attention. I flirt back, pushing the line just enough. There’s tension, yearning, chaos, and a whole lot of magic. Let’s write out the banter, the moments, and the mischief.