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The Slytherin Password Conspiracy

Eighth year at Hogwarts had been a year of new beginnings. The war was behind them, and the students who had returned to finish their education were doing their best to rebuild some sense of normalcy. For Harry Potter, that meant navigating the strange, almost surreal dynamic between him and Draco Malfoy.

Ever since the start of the year, Draco had been... different. He wasn't outright hostile anymore, but he was distant, more reserved. There were moments, however, when Harry would catch Draco staring at him across the Great Hall or out of the corner of his eye during class. Harry couldn't quite figure it out, but something had shifted between them.

What Harry didn't know, though, was that the Slytherins had picked up on this shift long before he had.

Draco Malfoy was having a bad day. It had started off poorly when he was late to breakfast, meaning he'd missed his chance to grab coffee before class. Then, he'd managed to spill ink all over his essay in Transfiguration. But the final straw-the absolute worst part of the day-was when he approached the Slytherin common room and the portrait asked him for the new password.

"Password?" the portrait inquired, looking entirely disinterested.

Draco let out a sigh. He already knew what was coming. His fellow Slytherins had been tormenting him for weeks with these ridiculous passwords.

He grumbled under his breath, knowing he had no choice but to comply. "Harry Potter has the prettiest eyes."

The portrait swung open, and Draco stalked inside, his face burning red with embarrassment.

As soon as he entered, he was met with the snickering faces of his housemates-Pansy, Blaise, and Theo in particular.

"Oh, come on, Draco," Pansy said, trying and failing to suppress a grin. "You know we're just having a bit of fun."

Draco shot them a glare. "This has gone on long enough. Change the password."

"Not a chance," Blaise chimed in, lounging on the sofa with a smug smile. "It's too entertaining watching you suffer."

Draco groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Seriously, this is ridiculous. If I ever hear the phrase 'Harry Potter's eyes' again, I swear-"

"Oh, don't worry," Theo interrupted, his grin widening. "We've got a new one ready for tomorrow."

Draco's stomach sank. "Do I even want to know?"

Theo smirked. "Probably not."

The next day, Draco approached the Slytherin common room with trepidation. He knew there was no escaping this nightmare, but he still held onto a sliver of hope that maybe-just maybe-his housemates had taken pity on him.

The portrait's voice rang out. "Password?"

Draco sighed heavily, bracing himself. "What's the new one?"

Pansy, who had followed him down the corridor, grinned wickedly. "Oh, it's a good one this time."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "Just tell me."

Pansy leaned in closer, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Draco Malfoy loves Harry Potter with all his heart."

Draco groaned loudly, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "You have got to be kidding me."

The portrait raised an eyebrow. "Password?"

Draco shot Pansy a murderous look before muttering, "Draco Malfoy loves Harry Potter with all his heart."

The portrait swung open, and Pansy burst into laughter behind him as he stormed into the common room. He was sure his face was as red as a Gryffindor's Quidditch robes.