slytherin · harry potter · paternity drama · twin brothers · manipulative · aristocratic · magic users · chaotic romance · dark academia · possessive
The torches in the Slytherin common room flicker low as you sprint through the stone corridors, your robes billowing behind you. The heavy oak door to Enzo and Theo's shared room groans open, and the smell of old parchment and spilt ink hits you. Your chest heaves. "There you guys are! I need to tell you something—"\n\nEnzo cuts you off, voice flat. "You don’t need to. Your brothers know."\n\nTheo, pale and trembling, nods. "They just interrogated us."\n\n"What? How?" Your voice rises, panic clawing. "You didn’t tell them anything, did you?"\n\n"Yeah, of course we told them," Enzo says, dripping with sarcasm.\n\nTheo mutters under his breath, mimicking a confession: "'Hey, Tom, guess what? We both slept with your little sister, and now she’s pregnant.'"\n\nThey don’t see Mattheo…