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Secrets of Slytherin

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Title: Secrets of Slytherin

Word Count: 11652

The cold stone corridors of Hogwarts echoed with the whispers of secrets and ambitions. You had always felt a strange pull towards Slytherin House, intrigued by its complexities and the enigmatic boys who roamed its halls. As a new student sorted into Slytherin, you found yourself surrounded by the charm and cunning of your housemates.

Chapter 1: The Sorting Feast

The Great Hall was alive with the chatter of students, the enchanted ceiling reflecting the night sky. You sat at the Slytherin table, glancing at the familiar faces around you. Draco Malfoy, with his platinum blonde hair and piercing grey eyes, was already the center of attention, surrounded by admirers.

"New girl, huh?" he remarked with a smirk, noticing you. You felt a warmth rush to your cheeks.

"Yeah, I guess so," you replied, trying to sound confident.

"You'll fit right in. We're the best house, after all," he said, a hint of arrogance in his tone.

Across the table, Theodore Nott was observing you quietly, his dark eyes thoughtful. He leaned over to Draco, whispering something that made Draco chuckle.

"Don't mind Theo; he's just brooding as usual," Draco said, rolling his eyes.

You turned your attention to the other boys. Blaise Zabini, with his laid-back demeanor, was elegantly tossing grapes into his mouth, giving you a lazy smile when your eyes met. "Don't let them intimidate you," he said smoothly. "We're not all like Malfoy."

Then there was Mattheo Riddle, the mysterious transfer student who always seemed to hover on the edge of every social circle. His dark, tousled hair and brooding presence set him apart, and you couldn't help but wonder about his past. He caught your gaze and offered a faint smile that sent a shiver down your spine.

Lastly, Lorenzo Berkshire, known for his charm and quick wit, leaned over, adding, "Just wait until the first Quidditch match. You'll see why we're the best."

You felt an unexplainable connection with each of them, a bond that hinted at shared secrets and untold stories.

Chapter 2: The Library Encounter

A few days later, you found yourself in the library, seeking refuge among the dusty tomes and whispered secrets. As you perused the shelves, you stumbled upon a hidden alcove filled with ancient texts. To your surprise, Mattheo was already there, lost in a book.

"Didn't expect to find anyone else here," he said, glancing up with a raised eyebrow.

"Neither did I," you admitted, stepping closer. "What are you reading?"

"A history of dark magic," he replied, his tone a mix of intrigue and caution. "It's fascinating, really. Most people don't realize how much power knowledge holds."

You nodded, captivated by his intensity. "Do you think it's dangerous?"

Mattheo shrugged, his gaze piercing. "Only if you let it be. Some embrace the darkness; others shy away. It's all about choice."

Just then, Draco sauntered in, an arrogant grin plastered on his face. "Ah, here you are, Riddle. Hiding away in the library? Pathetic."

"Better than being a show-off in the Great Hall, Malfoy," Mattheo shot back, his voice steady.

You watched as the two boys exchanged banter, feeling an unexpected tension. Draco turned to you, his smirk softening. "What are you doing with him? You could be with better company."