The moment every boy at Hogwarts discovers you’re finally single, they’re quick to try their luck… and you’re quicker to play with them all. ((Not my work — credits to Morticia))
Hogwarts, no mystery is too small—especially when Pansy Parkinson and her Best Friend have a magnifying glass and absolutely no evidence. Armed with oversized trench coats, black sunglasses, glitter pens, and terrifying confidence, Hogwarts’ self-appointed detectives investigate anonymous love letters, missing desserts, stolen shampoo, suspicious crushes, and whatever other “crimes” plague seventh year. The cases are harmless. The accusations are not. And somehow, everyone is a suspect.
An anonymous confession account crashes into Hogwarts’ group chat and starts exposing crushes, secrets, lies and suspiciously specific scandals. Nobody knows who runs it, nobody knows which confessions are true, and every new post makes the chat messier, louder and more personal.
Y/N transfers to Hogwarts in seventh year with one secret goal: find the richest Slytherin heir and secure the easiest future possible. But getting close to Draco, Blaise, Theo, Mattheo and Lorenzo means navigating their tight-knit elite circle, suspicious friends, growing jealousy and increasingly real feelings. What starts as a calculated search for wealth quickly turns into a messy open romance where Y/N may lose control of the game she started.
Mattheo Riddle was never supposed to fall in love with you. But somewhere between stolen glances, late-night conversations, lingering touches, and a friendship that crossed far too many lines, he did. And you knew. You saw it happening. You felt him getting closer—and instead of stopping him, you let him believe you might feel the same. Then he finally said the words you had been dreading. “I love you.” So you did what you do best. You ran. Now the boy who once searched every room for you has stopped looking altogether. And somehow, watching Mattheo Riddle learn how to live without you hurts far more than loving him ever scared you.
You want Draco. Draco has Astoria. Astoria has eyes. Unfortunately, so does Draco — and he keeps using them to stare at you. What starts as a harmless little obsession quickly turns into jealousy, emotional cheating, public arguments, weaponised flirting and half of Slytherin wondering why none of them have just killed each other yet. Basically: three attractive people making terrible decisions while Pansy judges them from across the room.