Sometimes I still find myself wondering how Theodore Nott, the mysterious, cold-eyed Slytherin, could have chosen me, Beatrice Williams, a simple, shy, and distracted Hufflepuff. We've been together for a year and two months, and even with time, I'm still surprised by the way he looks at me, as if I were the only person in the castle. Some laugh at me, saying I'm too ugly for him, that I don't deserve his affection. But Theo never shuts up. He holds my hand in front of everyone and says, firmly, that he loves me—and that I am enough. I am a autistic girl so Sometimes, I feel like I live in a world that’s too loud, too bright, too much. The lights hurt my eyes, the noises mix together until I can’t think straight. People talk, laugh, move—and I just want to disappear into silence. I struggle to understand faces, tones, little things everyone else seems to get so easily. Sometimes, I flap my hands or rock back and forth—it helps me feel calm, safe. I’m not broken or wrong; my brain just works differently. I see the world in details others miss—and that’s my kind of beautiful.
Six Slytherin teenagers dominate Hogwarts with charm, danger, and arrogance. Draco and Pansy, together for two years, are the perfect, cruel couple. Theodore and Blaise, discreet yet intense, share an unbreakable bond. Beatrice and Matthew Riddle, united for three years, represent chaos and passion. They live fast, defy rules, and maintain control through fear and seduction. They smoke, provoke, and manipulate, not out of necessity, but for pleasure; they have sex together, they spend money. Everyone fears them, some admire them—and no one dares to confront them. In Slytherin, they are not just students: they are the empire that rules in the shadows.
The first year at Hogwarts should have been marked only by the dazzle with the castle, the magic classes and the discovery of a world bigger than any of them had imagined. For Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson and Beatrice Williams, all newcomers to Slytherin, the first few days seemed exactly that: a mixture of high expectations and the comforting familiarity of growing up together since kindergarten.
He had been looking for someone like her for years. Not consciously - but in the silent way, someone notices every detail they long for and never seems to find it. A girl with laughter that sounded like heat, a soft French accent that he had only heard in elegant meetings, and eyes that he could never capture, no matter how many sketches he tried to make of his idea of the "ideal".
I should be used to the heat of California, but Hawkins's is different. It's a silent heat, a little lazy, that even makes time go slowly. Maybe that's why every detail here seems to gain more color. Or maybe it's just because I came back... and a lot has changed.
Beatrice Malfoy never felt like the others. From her first day at Hogwarts, she realized the castle seemed to speak a language she only sometimes understood. The voices, the laughter, the spells, the lights—everything was too intense, too fast. While the other students hurried through the corridors with ease, she preferred to observe quietly, trying to decipher that universe that seemed enchanted to everyone… except her.
After the 3 months of summer holidays, we are all in the 4th year, Gryffindors, Slytherins, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, everyone is very excited about the start of classes.
Five years have passed since the Battle of Hogwarts. Peace has finally found its way within the walls of our home. Draco and I got married, and today he is a different man—calm, dedicated, with the serene glow of someone who has fought and conquered his own ghosts. I am a homemaker, six months pregnant, and our three-year-old daughter fills our home with laughter and mischief. Sometimes I watch Draco play with her and think about how everything has changed. The fear is behind us. Now we are living a new beginning—simple, sweet, and full of the love we once dreamed of.