The Slytherin Brides

PROLOGUE : The Slytherin Brides return

Five years had passed since they had walked the halls of Hogwarts as students. Now, they were back—no longer girls, but noblewomen, wives of the most prominent Slytherin men. Standing at the towering gates, the five women took in the familiar sight, each caught in a flood of memories, laughter, and whispers from years before.

Celeste Malfoy, Seraphina Zabini, Vivienne Nott, Lysandra Riddle, and Amara Berkshire—all held titles now, known to the wizarding world not only by their own names but as the wives of Draco, Blaise, Theo, Tom, and Lorenzo. High-class, elegant, and forever marked by the possessive bonds they shared with their husbands, they were no longer ordinary witches.

As they made their way toward the Headmaster's office, the air was filled with a soft murmur of their voices, each recalling small moments from the past. "Remember when Draco couldn't bear to let me go this morning?" Celeste murmured with a smile. "He didn't think Hogwarts was safe enough without him nearby."

Seraphina laughed softly. "Lorenzo was just as bad. He practically threatened to follow me here if I dared to leave his sight."

"Blaise didn't let me step out of the house without a dozen kisses," Amara added with a slight blush. "Merlin knows he wasn't thrilled about this volunteer idea."

Vivienne and Lysandra exchanged a knowing look, both smiling as they thought of Theo's and Tom's reactions—each one unwilling to let them venture back to Hogwarts without reminders of their protection.

At the Headmaster's office, they were warmly greeted, their titles acknowledged with formal respect. "It's an honor to have such esteemed noble ladies here today," the Headmaster said, bowing his head slightly.

But the surprises weren't over. As the women entered their assigned classrooms, each was met with a shock. Their husbands were already there, waiting for them, expressions calm but eyes intense, possessive. It was clear they had no intention of letting their wives out of their sight.

In Potions, Seraphina stopped in her tracks as she saw Lorenzo standing by her desk, arms crossed with a small smirk. "Thought you could get rid of me that easily?" he murmured, pulling her close to press a kiss to her temple.

In the greenhouse, Amara found Blaise leaning against a table, his gaze locked on her. He tugged her into his arms without hesitation, murmuring possessively, "I'm here to remind you who's waiting for you."

Draco appeared beside Celeste in Defense Against the Dark Arts, one hand resting on her back. "Missed me?" he whispered, his lips brushing her cheek as she struggled to keep her focus.

Theo, in Care of Magical Creatures, slipped an arm around Vivienne's shoulders, a wicked grin on his face as he pressed a kiss to her jaw. "Didn't think I'd let you go without me, did you?"

And in Charms, Lysandra nearly laughed as Tom held her close, his intense gaze silently claiming her. "You're mine," he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers, a promise that needed no further explanation.

As the hours passed, the teaching was filled with subtle glances, lingering touches, and constant reminders of the unbreakable bonds between each couple. Every time one of the brides tried to focus solely on her lesson, she felt her husband's presence beside her, never letting her forget the possessive hold he had over her. It was a dance of defiance and surrender—a perfect balance of strength and submission.

Years may have passed, but the Slytherin brides would never be free from the powerful, possessive love of their husbands. Their identities were inseparable from their roles as the ladies of Slytherin, as deeply entwined in their husbands' lives as the magic that flowed through Hogwarts itself.

This was not merely a story of the famed Slytherin men—but of the women who stood beside them, forever the Slytherin Brides.