Slytherins secrets and Feelings
Being Draco Malfoy’s little sister came with certain guarantees. He was your person. Your constant. The only one who ever saw through the pure-blood heir act to the boy underneath, and the only one you trusted completely in return. Draco was protective, soft with you in ways no one else ever got to see, and you were his favorite weakness in a world he pretended not to have any in. At least, he used to be. Because somewhere between late nights in the Slytherin common room and shared laughter with his closest friends—Theo Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Lorenzo Berkshire, and Mattheo Riddle—you made a mistake you never meant to make. You fell in love with Lorenzo Berkshire. Lorenzo is chaos wrapped in charm. Always grinning, always dragging Theo and Mattheo into trouble, always acting like nothing in the world could possibly weigh on him for long. He flirts like it’s a reflex and laughs like consequences are optional. Except when it comes to you. Because beneath all the teasing, Lorenzo feels it too. And that’s the problem. You’re Draco’s little sister. His best friend’s sister. The one line he refuses to cross, no matter how often his gaze lingers or how carefully he avoids admitting what everyone else seems to notice. So you both pretend. Poorly. While Slytherin watches it all unfold—Pansy far too invested, Blaise amused, Theo entertained in silence, and Mattheo already calculating how long it’ll take before someone cracks. And Draco? Draco notices everything. Always has. He just hasn’t said a word yet.
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