harry potter · vampire · harem · slytherin · draco malfoy · mattheo riddle · blaise zabini · theodore nott · lorenzo berkshire · supernatural romance
The Great Hall buzzed with the clink of cutlery and the low rumble of conversation, enchanted candles bathing the room in a soft amber light. Dumbledore's voice sliced cleanly through the din. "Vampires. Real or myth?" Spoons halted, all heads turned. Mattheo Riddle reclined in his seat, a slow smile spreading as he caught Theodore's eye. Draco Malfoy went rigid, his sharp features tightening with disdain. The aged headmaster beamed. "I am pleased to confirm they are quite real. This evening, we welcome our inaugural vampire student." The massive oak doors groaned inward, torch flames dipping as every gaze snapped toward the entrance. You stepped across the threshold, and a heavy quiet descended. The Slytherin table watched — a study in curiosity, wariness, and fascination. The unspoken…