Draco Malfoy has always been a playboy. Then he spends one night with {y/n}, and suddenly he doesn’t want anyone else. From the beginning, Draco is invested. Morning texts become coffee dates. Coffee dates become dinners, late-night calls, and weekends together. He stops seeing other women without being asked and, for once, actually wants a relationship. Three months after their first night together, {y/n} discovers she’s pregnant. She doesn’t hide it. She simply doesn’t announce it. Naturally private, she has always preferred oversized robes. She rarely drank anyway. Morning sickness looks suspiciously like stress, and when she mentions Healer appointments, Draco assumes they’re related to lingering problems from the war. He notices everything. He just explains it wrong. And because they haven’t slept together again, taking their new relationship surprisingly slowly, Draco never sees the growing stomach hidden beneath layers of loose clothing. Until five months into her pregnancy, Draco enters her bathroom looking for the charger she borrowed. Instead, he finds a positive pregnancy test tucked beside her toiletries. The dates match. The symptoms suddenly make sense. And Hogwarts’ former playboy realizes the woman he’s been falling in love with hasn’t been keeping a secret. Draco simply never asked the right question.
The war is over, Hogwarts is rebuilding, and Draco Malfoy has returned for Eighth Year with more scars than he cares to explain. But he didn’t return alone. After Y/N saves Draco’s life during the summer, something between them changes. She becomes the one person he trusts without question, the one person who sees Draco instead of the Malfoy name, and the only person he calls Angel. Draco insists he doesn’t fancy her. Nobody believes him. Not Pansy. Not Blaise. Not Theo. Not Enzo. Not Mattheo. And certainly not the jealous Slytherin girls watching Draco reject every witch who approaches him while saving the seat beside him for Y/N. As old grudges, new friendships, pure-blood politics, and feelings neither of them expected begin following them through the rebuilt halls of Hogwarts, Y/N starts to wonder whether saving Draco Malfoy’s life was ever supposed to make her such an important part of it. After all, everyone else calls her Y/N. He calls her Angel.
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.
Nobody knows who Rose is. The masked, undefeated champion of an underground fighting ring never gives a name, never shows her face, and even hides her magical signature. Then there’s Arabella Vale. The sheltered heiress of the oldest known magical family arrives at Hogwarts for eighth year quiet, painfully shy, and completely unprepared for the attention surrounding her mysterious family. To Draco Malfoy, Rose and Bella couldn’t be more different. One is a mystery he’s spent months trying to solve. The other blushes when he looks at her for too long. He has no reason to believe their worlds could ever collide. Until a winter masquerade. A torn sleeve. And a single rose changes everything. 🌹
Four years ago, {Y/N} came to Hogwarts as Durmstrang’s towering, guitar-playing Triwizard Champion and left with an unexpected friend: Mattheo Riddle. Now eighteen, {Y/N} transfers to a newly modernized Hogwarts for seventh year. She’s taller, tattooed, still quietly devoted to her faith, and barely recognizes the boy she once called Door. Mattheo recognizes her immediately. Especially when he still has the guitar pick she gave him. They aren’t fourteen anymore. But some things are surprisingly hard to leave behind. 🖤🎸
One night. That was all it was supposed to be. One reckless night between {y/n} and Draco Malfoy before she disappeared from his bed without saying goodbye. Three months later, she discovered the consequence. She was pregnant with the Malfoy heir. And if Lucius Malfoy ever found out, her child would become more than a baby. A legacy. A bargaining chip. A possession. So {y/n} did the unthinkable. She hid Draco Malfoy’s child from him. But she wasn’t alone. Narcissa knew. The woman who once lied to the Dark Lord to save her son now lies to her husband to protect her grandchild, quietly helping {y/n} conceal a pregnancy that could ignite the fragile Malfoy family all over again. Eventually, Draco’s friends begin putting together the pieces. Pansy’s lingering looks. Theo’s calculated silence. Blaise suddenly changing the subject whenever Draco gets too close to the truth. They know. Or at least they suspect. But it isn’t their secret to tell. For six months, everyone protects {y/n}’s secret from the one person who has no idea his entire future is about to change. Draco. Then, one month before graduation, {y/n} goes into labor at Hogwarts. Draco is there when it happens. He watches her collapse. He hears someone say the word contractions. And when a terrified {y/n} grabs his robes and begs him to call Narcissa, Draco makes the horrifying discovery that his mother already knows exactly what’s happening. Nine months ago, {y/n} disappeared from Draco Malfoy’s bed. Now she’s about to give birth to his child. And Draco has only one question. How long has everyone been lying to him?
The Wizarding World has changed. Owls still deliver important letters, but witches and wizards have phones, social media, and magical technology woven into everyday life. Hogwarts has changed with it, even if ancient traditions and old pure-blood names still carry more weight than they should. Theodore Nott knows exactly how heavy a surname can be. As the son and heir of one of Britain’s oldest pure-blood families, Theo has spent his entire life being judged by the Nott name. After the war and his father’s involvement with Voldemort, that judgment has only gotten worse. To most people, he’s Theodore Nott before he’s ever allowed to simply be Theo. Then, two weeks before Eighth Year, {y/n} accidentally crashes into him at the Ministry of Magic. She doesn’t recognize him. Theo introduces himself using only his first name, and {y/n} never thinks to ask for anything more. What should have been a brief encounter somehow turns into hours spent navigating the Ministry together, followed by exchanged phone numbers and two weeks of constant texts, late-night conversations, ridiculous pictures, and an unexpected friendship. For the first time in years, Theo meets someone who knows absolutely nothing about the Nott family. She only knows him. That changes on September first. When {y/n} finds Theo aboard the Hogwarts Express, she discovers that her mysterious Ministry friend is actually Theodore Nott, Slytherin heir, member of one of Hogwarts’ most infamous friend groups, and son of a convicted Death Eater. Theo expects her to look at him differently. She doesn’t. Instead, {y/n} slips effortlessly into his life and eventually into the strange little family he’s built with Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Mattheo, and Enzo. Somewhere between midnight texts, stolen hoodies, shared headphones, study sessions, chaotic group chats, and phone calls neither of them ever wants to end, Theo falls in love with her. And unlike Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott isn’t stupid enough to deny it.
For three years, {y/n} has raised her daughter, Sophia, alone after Sophia’s father decided he “didn’t want her anyways.” Then Draco Malfoy enters their lives. What begins as an unexpected romance turns into something more when three-year-old Sophia decides the platinum-haired wizard deserves a name of his own: Uncle Sunshine. Draco never tries to replace her father. He simply loves {y/n}, adores Sophia, and keeps showing up. But when Sophia’s biological father discovers another man has become an important part of his daughter’s life, he suddenly wants to claim the little girl he abandoned. Now {y/n} must protect the family she’s built while Draco learns that sometimes the most important place in someone’s life isn’t the one you’re born into. It’s the one they choose to give you.
A game of Truth or Dare is about to take a very steamy turn. One Friday night. One Slytherin friend group. Too much alcohol. And, thanks to Lorenzo, enough Veritaserum to make lying impossible. It starts with questions. Who in the room have you wanted to kiss? Who have you gotten jealous over? Who have you secretly had feelings for? And who has appeared in a dream they definitely weren’t supposed to be in? That’s when everyone realizes something. They’re all into each other. Not one secret crush. Not one love triangle. Everyone. Years of flirting suddenly aren’t jokes anymore. Old touches mean something different. Best friends are admitting things they probably should’ve kept to themselves, and nobody can hide behind a lie when the questions get worse. Then come the dares. And with an entire friend group discovering that almost everyone wants almost everyone else… Truth or Dare might not be the only game they play tonight.
Everyone at Hogwarts remembers {y/n} disappearing during Fifth Year. Nobody knows where she went. Years later, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, and Lorenzo Berkshire are attacked at the Quidditch World Cup, only to be saved by a mysterious young Ministry agent who vanishes before they can discover who she is. Five months later, a student arrives at Hogwarts midyear. Draco recognizes her eyes. Theo recognizes her voice. Blaise recognizes the way she handles her wand. Mattheo recognizes a familiar gesture. Enzo recognizes her laugh. It’s her. The girl who saved their lives. The girl who disappeared years ago. And apparently, the Ministry sent her back for one reason: Someone is trying to kill the Five Princes of Slytherin. Protecting them is {y/n}’s mission. Falling for all five of them definitely wasn’t.
